Who: Piper & D What: Arranging a trial gig Where: Vice When: Sunday night? Warnings: Really short scene
With her hair tied back into a neat ponytail and a nice little black dress on, Piper walked up to the door of Vice. It was only a short time after they opened for the day, but she figured a face-to-face meeting would go far better than trying to get a hold of someone over the phone. Musely charm always came in handy if needed.
Once inside, she spared a few seconds to look around at the place before making her way over towards the bar to find an employee. Hopefully the owner was in tonight and her trip down here wasn’t a complete waste. Ah well, showtime!
"Hello hello~" D called out, polishing a glass as he leaned against his end of the bar. It was still pretty dead in the club yet, so he felt like giving any new faces the star treatment.
"Hiya," Piper replied as she reached the bar and plopped herself down onto one of the stools gracefully. "I was hoping to catch the owner, Mr. Wood. He wouldn't happen to be around, would he?" And she certainly wouldn't mind if this gentlemen was him. Would make things so much easier than having to chase him down.
"I might..." D smirked, leaning across the bar. "What did you need him for?"
“I was hoping he'd be willing to take on a small performer a few nights a week," Piper replied, and slid a copy of her business card toward the bartender. Whoever he was, considering that smirk. "Or perhaps willing to strike a deal for a trial run."
Blink. What just happened?
“Are you the owner?” She asked with a rather amused expression.
"Yeah. David Wood. Call me D," he held his hand out for her. "Only a trial run."
She took his hand in a light shake. "Piper Edeson, nice to meet you D." She smiled. "I have to say, though, I've seen hundreds of musicians in my life, if not more, and I've never seen talent like his outside of my own family. You won't be disappointed." Never mind the fact she only appeared to be in her early twenties, so it seemed like more of an exaggeration more than fact.
"Well. We'll see..." D gave her a toothy grin. Any good agent was supposed to say things like that. "I always like fresh blood around here anyway..."
She shrugged. He'd see. "Certainly never hurts. His name is Damien Carroll, brand-spanking-new to Miami. Also not doing this with any hopes of making it big, so that makes him playing here even easier." No drive for him to make huge demands, no reason for him to be any trouble for D. "When is a good time to have him come over for the trial?"
“I'll give him the Wednesday night stage for a trial run," D said, making mental notes of all of this. "How does that sound?"
Piper nodded. "Sounds good. He wants a gig bad enough, he'll show and not complain about when it is." She was pretty sure he didn't have a full time job at the moment to interfere with it anyway.
"Cool cool. 9 o'clock. He better not miss it. I don't give second chances," D shrugged. That was about as much warning as you would get out of the manager.
"He won't miss it," the Muse purred in satisfaction and gave D a grin.
D smiled right back, looking her up and down. This girl was a looker. Hopefully she could deliver with entertainment. This could be the start of a beautiful partnership. "Sit down. Stay awhile. I'll fix you a drink...my treat."
Summary: As promised, Piper goes out and finds her new little charge a trial gig for an employment opportunity. They chat, she succeeds, and the night goes on.