"Well," he shrugged. "With our instruments it's pretty easy to sort of... fake your way through a song. If that makes sense. A couple listens, and the drummer can have the idea of it. I know pretty much anything. So, as long as you know the lyrics, then it's probably a go." He shrugged again. "As long as we don't sing 'Monster Mash', then I don't give a fuck what we play tonight."
He laughed. It was a staple Halloween song, sure. But for some reason, he absolutely hated it. "Whenever you're ready." He waved a hand, walked to the back of the club and grabbed a folding chair. He tossed his hair over his shoulder before sitting down, crossing his legs daintily in front of him and pulling his skirt over his knee. He really hoped this guy a) knew how to sing and b) knew how to project.