Chasing Conspiracy [ON HOLD]

But You're What we Need

If I had a nickel for every decent singer who auditioned so far, I would have a whopping fifteen cents. Hey, it’s better than nothing at all.

It was like everybody and anybody who had the ability to sing disappeared from Breakwater. Or they were never there in the first place.

Actually, maybe that assessment wasn’t very fair. There were a couple of good singers, but they just didn’t fit in with the image of Chasing Conspiracy. It was difficult to fit in with the rainbow hair and facial piercings.

I yawned, rather loudly, as the day went on. Many people wanted to be in the band, but I think they were better suited as fanatics than members. Also, the audition process was longer. Instead of singers going up on stage and showing their stuff, they had to do it while the band played along. They got to choose the song they wanted to sing while Chasing Conspiracy played along. I was sure this was to make sure the singer had chemistry with the rest of the band.

“Well, this beats,” Christian sighed after another person walked off the stage. He ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly. Wheeler stood up and walked from the drums towards where I sat.

“Good thing we have you to look forward to,” he said as he leaned a bit on the table. Then, he winked so inappropriately and obnoxiously, I literally wanted to slap him or myself.

“Not if she sucks ass like the rest of them,” Ryder pointed out. Right. Always the optimist he was.

“Well she’s not from Breakwater, so maybe she picked up a thing or two in London,” Wheeler scoffed. Ryder simply shrugged in response.

“I think, no I know she’ll amaze you guys. I’ve seen her in action plenty of times,” Christian added then turned to give me a knowing smile. A patch of red appeared on my face along with a small smile of my own.

“Now if everyone is done talking about me in the third person, I would like to audition now,” I announced.

“Alright,” Ryder said as he traveled back on stage, “what song would you like to sing?”

“You’ll play anything, right? Even Taylor Swift?”

Ryder’s eye twitched. “Well, sure, but obviously we have to know it.”

“No, shiz, but I meant, are you going to judge me for my song choice?”

“Too late for that,” Ryder muttered. I glared at him.

“Relax, hotshot, I was joking. I, myself, am not too fond of Taylor Swift either. How about Don’t Trust Me by 3OH!3?”

Surprisingly, Ryder shrugged. Again. “Let’s just get this over with. You better be good, otherwise we’re screwed.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I grabbed the mic out of the stand and cleared my throat to prepare myself. I had basically got off of a plane some hours ago and now I was already auditioning for a band. Wow my life was hectic.

The centers of my palms were slick with sweat and my eyes switched their gaze constantly. Eventually they landed on Christian and he signaled me a thumbs up. I took a deep breath as they started to play the beginning of the song.

“Black dress, with the tights underneath

I’ve got breath of a last cigarette on my teeth

And she’s an actress but she ain’t got no need

She’s got money from her parents in a trust fund back east,” I sang.

And later.

“She wants to touch me, woo ooh