DAVE FINDS A SYNTH PAPI!!! (Unfinished)

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This will probably be crap, just so you know xx 

December 1981

Dave slumped back in his chair with a loud groan and lit the cigarette between his lips. He, Daniel and the rest of boys had been sat in the office of mute records all day looking for a temporary replacement since Vince had just bailed out shortly before they were supposed to head off for a European tour, the selfish barstard.

"14 fucking hours we've been sat here!" Whinged andy taking a seat next to martin "and have we found anyone? No, what a bloody waste of time"

"Oh stop your complaining,  Andy." Snapped back Daniel "we only have one more audition to go"

Dave took a look at the clock on the wall. Andy was right, the whole experience had been a complete waste of time, the auditions had mainly only been fans trying to get in with the band, maybe it was time to call it a day it was getting late and he didn't want to upset jo again, 
The pair of them were going through a rough patch at the moment they just needed sometime apart. Perhaps this tour would be the perfect thing to take his mind off it. Well that was if anyone ever turned up.
Suddenly there was a sharp knock at the door which startled all three of the boys making them sit up in their seats trying to make themselves look professional and important.

"Come on in" said Daneil, trying his best to sound buisness-like. The door opened and in came a tall handsome looking boy with bright red hair and a pointy nose, He walked towards them with his arm outstretched and a toothy smile on his face.

"Alright, I'm Alan," the boy said shaking Daniel's hand "Um, I'm here for synth position."

"Well Alan, you've come to the right place," said Daniel "I'm Daniel, I own the record label, and this is the band, depeche mode, martin, andy and dave."