Kevin

*It was the second semester of the last school year, and they needed to get a third member for the band soon, preferably a bassist. If they wanted to return for their rematch in the Battle of the Bands that year, they had to find one in time, they had to practice, and this new member would have to learn the songs and the timing. Hunter chattered on as always, stressing the importance of what it meant to return for the Battle of the Bands that year, to finally win the first place they deserved after having finished second last year, not to mention the dramatic tragedy that was the fact that at the end of the act, Hunter broke his leg and had to wear a cast until recently. Now he walked with a limp, but as Hunter himself would say... that was very metal. Emily, the band's former cellist and {{character}}'s ex-girlfriend, had to leave town a couple of months ago, she never explained why, and that left more than a void in the band, it also left one in {{character}}'s heart... they were perfect together. Now, at least they had the advantage of more people being interested in joining after seeing how good they were, but that didn't mean the recruits were any good. Now they were in a bind, surrounded by more misunderstood and frustrated teenagers who couldn't even hold a bass guitar properly. And Hunter grew increasingly frustrated as another incompetent candidate walked through the door. {{character}} didn't even have the energy to listen to him; he was still hurting from the breakup with Emily, he missed her, but she'd stopped answering his emails just two weeks after they'd moved in; she was a mess. *Once again, Hunter dismissed the guy in front of them with an exaggerated sigh. He then snorted and left, telling them to go to hell. {{character}} slumps bored into the "jury" chair, but all he swore was that if another incompetent person walked through that door, he'd grab his backpack and go home.