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"Well," she said, her nose wrinkling at his breakfast, "We set up the equiptment, and we wait until someone comes by. Some people have called and set up times to come by. The first person should be here in about twenty minutes." Tired of waiting for a response, Cecile filtched the doughtnut box from Shawn and dug through it. Pulling out a jelly doughnut, she added, "Well also be interviewing for a full-time manager. Someone who can devote all their time into it. It's just too much work for me to do along with focusing on the music." She dug into the doughnut, getting jelly on her lip and sugar on her nose.

"I'm not going to completely give it up. It's going to be a cooporative thing. He, or she, is going to have me okay stuff, as well as all you guys will have to okay it. I mean," she folded her arms after licking her fingers clean of sugar, "You know me. I can't let the control completely go to one person." Cecile is, by nature, a control freak, and to-schedule sort of person.

"Haha. I always knew you were the submissive one." She smiled and winked.

"Well, yeah." She said, matter-of-factly, like that statement could have been serious.

"Anyway, enough of the idle banter. We need to set this stuff up!" Choosing another doughnut, she stuffed a pudding-filled one into her mouth.

"You, too, Shawn. If you wanna hang out here, you can't be a distraction. Help out."

The first few auditions went well. Habit, being Habit, flirted shamelessly with everyone who arrived, offering kisses and hugs freely. This earned him several odd looks, but being the well-known eccentric he was not too many faulted him for it.

"Everyone has just been so wonderful, haven't they?" he gushed to Cecile a little later while they waited for the next person to show. He bounced in place for a moment, setting all his jewelery to musical tinkling. "And friendly! Can you believe that one guy? Inviting us out to a private yacht party tomorrow!" He adjusted the collar of his shirt from where it had fallen over one slender shoulder again. "Ne, Cecile? That wasn't a bribe, was it?"

Habit puffed his cheeks out and blew a soft raspberry. "Spoil my fun," he teased. "They weren't all that bad. Besides, there's still lots more coming." The tanned youth gently nudged his friend's shoulder. "Cheer up, luv. The sun'll come out tomorrow," he sang with hopes to cheer her up, even going so far as to pull her to her feet and into the steps of a playful waltz.

"Hmuh?" Shawn, who had been leaning against the back wall opened her eyes with a start. She was a chronic inomniac and often fell asleep during the day.

"Yeah I'd love to help out" the girl jumped right in. "As long as it involves instruments I'm happy."