Memoirs

Audition

"So where does he want me to audition at again?" I asked Stuart. I was driving on the highway and he was seated in the passenger seat. It was cloudy, and the rain was hitting against the window. "Uhmm..he called me yesterday, and told me that we could come by his apartment in Stoke? It's probably gonna take a while since if we're leaving from Sutton." Stuart replied while gazing at the window outside.

It took about 3 hours until we finally arrived, and Stuart's cellphone began to ring. "Hello? Oh hey Murdoc!" He answered. "We're in Stoke right now, where's your place located at?" "Oh okay, see you there!" Stuart smiled. We drove around town to find the apartment until we saw Murdoc in front of the door. I parked the car somewhere, and grabbed my guitar case out the trunk. Then, we walked towards where he was standing.

"It took you two a pretty long time to get here, eh?" Murdoc said annoyedly. "Yeah, I live in Sutton." I replied back. "I brung my guitar case with me too by the way". We all walked up to Murdoc's apartment, and he searched for his keys in his pockets. He found them a couple of seconds later, and unlocked the door. We went inside, and I scrunched up my nose to the weird smell of the house.

The apartment was cluttered with crisp bags and bottles of vodka on the floor. There were piles of unwashed dishes, darts on the walls, and the floor was decorated in an assortment of knickers and cigarette ashes

"Well, welcome to my sweet little home!" Murdoc piped up brightly. "Come on, let's just go in my bedroom." He led us to his room, and it was a bit cleaner that the front area. We all sat on his bed, and I grabbed my guitar out its case. "So how long have you been playing guitar?" Murdoc asked me. "For about 5 yrs; My cousin taught me. I'm better with acoustics though." I replied. I gave my acoustic guitar a strum, and played a clean tune I learned when I was younger.

"She's pretty good at it y'know? She taught me a bit how to play too!" Stuart told Murdoc. Murdoc began to rub his chin, and seemed somewhat impressed. "She's alright I guess..you can join the band if you want luv'." Stuart hugged me, and I smiled back. I wasn't really as excited with bands and all cos' I had been in plenty of them before. They've never really worked out well though..

"So do you two had any music written out, or we can all just jam to something?" I asked. "I had a notepad thingy I wrote some songs and stuff in, but I have no idea where it is now." Murdoc began looking for his notepad. "Aha! There it is!" He found his notepad, and grabbed a bass guitar from under the bed. He plugged in onto the wall, and gave me and Stuart sheets of music to read. I played the tune on my guitar, and Stuart began to sing. The bass had solidified the sound of the guitar, and the vocals made it more dreamy. But I realized there was something missing; We needed a drummer and a nice studio.

By the time we were done with the song, we all talked about the future of the band. "We definitely need a drummer..and a studio!" Murdoc bursted out. "As a matter of fact, I know someone who plays drums.." "Really?" Stuart asked. "Well what's his name then?" Murdoc looked in a drawer and found an old newspaper article clipped with an undated Polaroid picture. "Take a look." He tossed the paper to me and Stuart, and we looked through the article. "Russel Hobbs...wasn't he someone who was possessed by ghosts or something?" Stuart asked curiously.

Murdoc nodded in reply. "Yea mate! I heard that he moved here in Soho, and he's working in this record shop somewhere." "Well, maybe you should ask him if he'd like to join the band. He seems talented and all." I told him. "Actually, I'm planning to meet up with him next weekend..see if it'll work out." Murdoc replied deviously.

We spent the rest of the day writing songs, and planning ideas for the band. I felt that eventually, the band might not work out at all. But for the slightest reason, there was a ounce of potential.