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Roger steps up to the counter, eying Biggs. "Yeah, so I know you're in one of those movies Mark likes, but I can't remember which one."
Biggs cracks up, shaking his head. "Always the soul of tact, Davis." Roger starts to say something, but Biggs waves him off. "Shut up. Jane makes certain that I know everyone. It's called Star Wars, and, I never did think it was all that flattering."
"Listen, I'm kinda in a hurry here. Can you make sure that Collins and Angel get these?" He hands over two letters.
"Mail delivery. Coming right up."
Hey, man.
Remember that one gig ages ago when the bass player was so fucking drunk that he couldn't stand up, and you filled in for him? I was thinking that this place need some rock in it, so we could have a gig here. Mark's agreed to do keyboard, and I'm asking Angel to do drums. There's also a bass back in the Loft you can use.
Help a man out?
~Roger
P.s. I attatched music and a set list.
Angel-
I'm sorry that I've been a bit distant lately. Had a fuckton on my mind and, well, I guess Mark would say as always not dealing with it right. Anyway, I'm thinking that this place could really use a bit of rock, so I'm proposing doing a gig here in the lobby. We all could probably think up a sound system or some shit like that. Mark's going to do keyboard, and I'm asking Collins to do bass. So I need a drummer and I really can't think of a better one or one I'd rather work with than you. Help a man out, will you?
~Roger.
P.S. I attatched a set list. Thanks.
He retires to a seat and pulls out the Fender. Mmmm. Rockstar at work.
Biggs cracks up, shaking his head. "Always the soul of tact, Davis." Roger starts to say something, but Biggs waves him off. "Shut up. Jane makes certain that I know everyone. It's called Star Wars, and, I never did think it was all that flattering."
"Listen, I'm kinda in a hurry here. Can you make sure that Collins and Angel get these?" He hands over two letters.
"Mail delivery. Coming right up."
Hey, man.
Remember that one gig ages ago when the bass player was so fucking drunk that he couldn't stand up, and you filled in for him? I was thinking that this place need some rock in it, so we could have a gig here. Mark's agreed to do keyboard, and I'm asking Angel to do drums. There's also a bass back in the Loft you can use.
Help a man out?
~Roger
P.s. I attatched music and a set list.
Angel-
I'm sorry that I've been a bit distant lately. Had a fuckton on my mind and, well, I guess Mark would say as always not dealing with it right. Anyway, I'm thinking that this place could really use a bit of rock, so I'm proposing doing a gig here in the lobby. We all could probably think up a sound system or some shit like that. Mark's going to do keyboard, and I'm asking Collins to do bass. So I need a drummer and I really can't think of a better one or one I'd rather work with than you. Help a man out, will you?
~Roger.
P.S. I attatched a set list. Thanks.
He retires to a seat and pulls out the Fender. Mmmm. Rockstar at work.