Snippet #2268442

Had he held his hands out, Victor was certain that he would be able to see them shaking. It had gone better than he had expected, but the man was far from satisfied. His playing had been fine, but he was a diamond in the rough. It wasn't hard for him to play along and all that, and play along, but there was still a few things he needed to sort out. Relax, it's the first time you play with others in many years. Hell... Since you played with Edei. Then there was the verdict...

Would Cor Leonis be able to decide today, or would they have to wait and think? So many thoughts made his head hurt so Victor closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. It was easier to just go with the flow and figure out what they thought. What he had initially feared would happen at some point happened already. They wanted to get to know him. Had they figured out that he was a homeless man, giving his last shot at things with this audition. Victor set his only possesion -other than what he wore - down on the floor and sighed. He smiled slightly, turning the Hartke amp off. "Should I just leave everything in here?" The pressure of the situation and the fact that he didn't know the people who surrounded him, made him uncertain as to how he should handle everything.

A memory flashed into his mind, back to his time in school. The hours he'd spent laughing his ass of with Edei and their friends, and all the time spent teaching her to play. I wonder if you can hear it. Victor smirked at that. He couldn't help but be curious as to whether you could tell that he had taught her to play, even though it was such a long time ago. "Could we maybe go outside, so we don't have to listen to that shit?" His face turned from smiling to completely serious as he gestured for the door. It was so obvious that the other band was trying to start a loudness-war. That was what irritated him, that any grown person would actually do that. It had surprised him when Tes had simply told them to stop playing, which seemed like the better way to handle it. Also, Victor hated bullshit. Accordion to him, trying to play louder than the other band in the next room, classified as bullshit.