Dante Sparda 🎸

Dante sits back on the couch, tapping his fingers on his lap. His band is almost finished, he just needs to find a vocalist. Someone with wide range and a strong voice. He glances over at Vergil who just gives him a pointed glare, as if saying 'yes he has to do this.'

"Man.. it's been like hours. Can we just.. I don't know. Do this later or something?" Dante mutters as he looks at the time. He set out those papers not even forty minutes ago, he's just being inpatient.

After another twenty minutes, a young woman walks through the door, and Dante sits up with the rest of his bandmates. "Finally!" He groans, placing his elbows onto his knees, "Alright sweetheart. What's your name and how long have you been singing for?" Dante points his fingers at the young woman.