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01:15 AM

Haru Yuki

The doors were open, refreshments set up, and a line already outside. Haru sighed a bit, leaning bak in his chair. A gloved hand moved to his mug as he lifted it, and brought it to his lips. The coffee was bitter and strong, but he needed it having barley got any sleep last night. He wondered where Zander had gone, he said he was going to be only a minute, but had yet to come back. If he was standing Haru up... He sighs, Zander had a habit of taking on a lot of things at once. He was a kind hearted guy, but could come off as cold and unapproachable. Haru smiles lightly, it was going to be a long day. Currently he was holding auditions for musicians to play in the band he was putting together. Zander was going to be the singer, the boy had a good voice. Haru himself had always been to uneasy in fromt of huge crowds to get up on stage in that way.

People were fine, he had no problem just speaking to them, but to do some of these things artiists did now a days was far out of the question. He shakes his head, replacing the mug on the table. He picked up the clipboard summoning the next person. A man stepped in with an accordian. Haru raised an eyebrow, was this guy serious? What teen would come to listen to an accordian. He sighs, and leans back in his chair. "Proceed" he says. The man did as he was told, he began playing. The music was bitter and sharp, almost as much as the coffee. He sighed, he was going to get a headache if it continued. He raises a hand, stopping the man.

He stops playing, and Haru slightly rubbed his ear to stop the ringing within. "Thank you for comming out...I'll let you know" he says smiling slightly, but it was more of a polite way of saying thank you for trying but no thank you. He watched the dejected man walk out and sighed sitting the clipboard down again. He stood to stretch the legs in his muscles, and crosses over to the window. Kisaragi city, a beautiful town, but it seemed to hold little talent at the moment. He sighs, and leans against the frame of the window. He hoped things picked up soon, or he wasn't going to be ready for friday's showing. He shakes his head, and takes a breath. He walks back to the table getting ready for the next person.