"Bacon candy," Jack countered with. "It exists, I think. It's called pig candy, isn't it? I saw it on the cooking network once." He shrugged. He couldn't promise that it was a real thing, but he was pretty positive he'd heard about it. Still, it didn't really matter anyways. There was no bacon to be had in the club.
He scratched the side of his head as he listened to Ariel talk about his background in music. The wig was starting to itch. That wasn't good. The show was a good four or five hours off. He made a mental note to take it off as soon as Ariel finished his audition.
"Look, I'll say it now. Eden and I... well, let's just say we have some differing opinions about things. We don't openly fight, or anything like that. I like the girl a lot. But if I have questions about music or the band, she's not the first person I run to. If you have a problem with that, then let me know now." He paused, cleared his throat and adjusted his skirt. "If you don't have a problem with it, then great. Because I don't have a problem with you preferring to sing poppier songs. We don't scream into microphones, slam on some instruments and call it music like amateurs or whatever. So I think you'll fit right in."