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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 15:35:55 GMT -8
Honey checked herself in the mirror, giving her dress a little tug to sit more flatteringly on her form. She was debueting it at the club tonight, having made the final touches to it on her sewing machine earlier that day. Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped back out of the queens' room and up the stairs to the main room of the Chrysalis, hips and shoulders swinging just a little to the rythm of the music.
She took herself over to the bar, and ordered a drink, quickly engaging herself in a conversation with the tom behind the bar.
"Say," she managed to slip into the conversation after a while, "who's the manager here?" she was somewhat surprised at the answer, but went to find herself a seat close to the band, waiting, drink in paw, for them to finish their current set.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 15:39:38 GMT -8
Lou and the band finished their last song for the set. The brown tabby put his trumpet in its case before leaving the stage. They'd be on again after Zeke's band finished a set.
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 15:46:38 GMT -8
Honey wasn't about to miss her chance, abandoning the glass on the table, she caught Lou's arm as he was stepping down. "Excuse me, are you Mr Page?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 15:47:56 GMT -8
He startled a bit at the unexpected contact, but offered her a courteous smile. "Yeah, that's me. You have me at a bit of a disadvantage here miss...?"
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 15:55:58 GMT -8
She offered him a smile, pushing her headfur back from her eyes, "Haynes, but call me Honey, most everyone else does."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 15:58:06 GMT -8
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Honey. Now, what can I do for you?"
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 16:07:07 GMT -8
"Am I right in thinking you're the manager here?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 16:09:23 GMT -8
His ears flickered at that. "Yes..." The tabby replied warily.
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 16:12:14 GMT -8
"Good to know I found the right cat." all the same, she didn't miss his expression and gave a little laugh in the hope to break any tension. "I'm not here for anything sinister I promise you, I came to ask about an audition."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 16:13:37 GMT -8
He rocked back on his heels at that. "An audition?"
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 16:20:48 GMT -8
She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile as she clocked his reaction. "Surely that's not such a bizzare request? Or so unreasonable?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 16:23:42 GMT -8
"Depends on what you do, Miss." He replied.
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 16:29:27 GMT -8
"Well I can turn my paw to a little of anything, but judging the type of entertainment you put on here," she gave a little sigh, "I'm a singer. I'd love the opportunity to sing with such a fantastic band, if you'd give me the chance."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 24, 2011 16:30:43 GMT -8
Lou considered for a long moment. "It's possible we can give it a try, but I make no promises."
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Post by amanika on Feb 24, 2011 16:43:05 GMT -8
Honey gave him a big smile at that, "That's all I'm asking for." a pause, "Perhaps we could sit down if you have a minute and talk things over?"
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