Playing in a band did seem easy. And it was, for the most part. Jack had to admit that as long as one was semi-talented at playing an instrument and confident enough to do it in front of other people, then it was pretty simply to get the rest of it down pat. It was the people who weren't confident enough that really couldn't cut it. And, unfortunately, the last... three band members had had that problem. Or maybe it was something else... creative liberties or something, that had people running away from them. Either way, Jack wasn't going to let it stop him or his dream of stardom. Nope. People were easy to replace, and replace them he would.
"Alright, guys, that time we weren't all on tempo." It was a problem they were having lately while practicing. The drummer was essential in keeping the beat, and when one wasn't present, it made things difficult. "Should we try again or--" He heard Mao's voice and turned around. A small Asian boy was galloping up his driveway. Jack noted the piercings and the brightly colored hair. This kid was Eden's definition of what she thought Corporate Lobotomy should portray. He eyed Ariel for a moment, in all his bowtied glory, holding in a laugh. If this kid, this 'Mao' got in, they were going to have such different looks. It was bound to be interesting.
"Hey man. Yeah, we're pretty desperate at this point." He slung his guitar around to his back and took a step forward. "I'm Jack, nice to meet you." He held his hand out for the boy to shake. "This," he gestured behind him with his other hand, "is Corporate Lobotomy."