It appeared Corporate Lobotomy was brimming with "strong personalities." Ariel didn't know much about the band's other members, outside of Eden and Jack, but from what he did know, that was how it seemed. Such was an artist's life. The boy was used to it. He'd spent the last six years exclusively surrounded by creative types, like himself. He could deal. And if that meant playing the role of diplomat (he was also older than everyone else, so he could pretend he was more mature), he was fine with that. The boy nodded sagely as Jack continued to speak.
Though he would have strenuously disagreed with the guitarist's assessment of his bowtie had he known, he began to walk up the incline to the stage. You're the one with the voice. That sounded nice, didn't it?
"I may have the voice, but the rest of you have various body parts key to your instruments, so I'm happy have a discussion about whatever people want to play," replied Ariel as he neared the center of the black stage. He looked out over the broad dance area, to the low lights over the bar. He then tapped a finger to his chin as he tried to imagine what song he could sing that would be the most likely to annoy Eden.