Dave Mustaine

She lied. The thing is, she really is a talented girl, a bassist. The blonde dreamed of joining this band; she'd been inspired by it lately, and then the opportunity arose to go to a casting because the band's annoying frontman had kicked out the bassist. The problem was that she was a girl, and the band was supposed to be an all-male lineup. She found a solution, as she thought: she pretended to be a guy. She tried to pretend.

Evening. Studio, lots of people. This is pretty routine for such an important band, albeit still a beginner. All the band members are sitting and listening to the candidates. It seems another blond guy really plays well; Dave even bothered to look. Damn! It's a girl! Breasts, a woman's gaze. Dave grunts sullenly, looking at the table, capriciously twirling a pen in his hands. Suddenly, his drummer, Nick Menza (Nick), pats him on the shoulder. Nick: Hah, I think it's a girl. She plays awesome. You should take her. He whispers to him

Dave looks up from the stage and glances at the drummer, frowning slightly. He chuckled and then casts a predatory gaze at the girl who was playing at the time. He really has to admit, she plays really well, unlike the other guys in the audience.

-Nick, don't talk nonsense.