Wes took the CD from Anahid and, opening the slim case, idyly perused the insert that had the playlist printed upon it. Blue eyes glanced up, a small smile turning his lips at Ana's 'best of my best' remark. "That's just good business," he replied as he gaze returned to the playlist. It contained on it a few bands he had heard of and one he had seen perform.
The CD case closed with a soft click. "Stir is looking for bands to play at their annual Stirred, Not Shaken party," he said, knowing it was an informational tidbit the werewolf would salivate over. 'Stir' was currently one of the most popular clubs with the young and hip and its parties were always the talk of the city. "Aside from myself you'll be the first with that knowledge."
Pulling a demo CD out of his jacket pocket, Wes held it out to Ana. "And this is one of mine." He smiled, "MJ Larkwood. She's new and absolutely brilliant. Voice like a fallen angel." Molly Jane Larkwood had captured his attention because she, as well as her voice, reminded him of a 1920's jazz singer. She was like a modern day flapper; sweet with that dangerous edge and sexy too.
"I know Ari and his band worked out well." The band, called 'The Fall', were the first artists Wes had managed and were also the first he had signed onto with PackMentality. "But we decided Charlie was better off with a different record label. MJ, however," he grinned, "I think you'll find you can't live without her."