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By now most of the waiting crowd had thinned out. Those applying for bass and drums had gotten the hint that there was no longer any need to stick around.

The young man still remained in the line, gazing at the bluebirds nesting in a tree nearby. All the while his ears were sharply attuned to the conversation going on within the garage. He rubbed the back of his neck, which was still sore from the incident minutes before.

"Heh. This is turning out to be a fine day," he thought to himself.

While all this went on Habit was growing rather bored having sat still for over 5 minutes. At first he tried humming to break the boredom, then swinging his legs, and finally rapping his fingers and knuckles against the table. But after a while even that failed to amuse him, and in fact earned him several irritated looks. He sighed dramatically and pouted.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the man he'd knocked over still milling about with the rest of the waning crowd. The young man didn't seem to have an instrument, in fact he didn't even seem interested in the try-outs at all, just stood there watching a birds nest. 'Weird,' Habit thought to himself, carefully studying the man. Finally, curiosity getting the better og him, the tanned youth swept to his feet and began making his way over to the stranger.

"Can I ... help you with something?" he ventured.

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Habit's face screwed up a bit in confusion and he bounced nervously on his toes. "Um ... I don't quite follow you." Then he leaned in conspiratorially and whispered - a tad too loudly -"But if this is about drugs, you really should try somewhere else."

The youth felt a strange, nervous jittering in his stomach at the man's touch, a feeling he tried to ignore by focusing on the birds instead. "Bluebirds?" he said with some surprise, not having noticed them before.

Habit studied the man carefully before breaking out in politly amused giggles. "You're silly," he chirped, beaming at the stranger. Then he turned to look back at the little birds in their nest. One - the female - suddenly took to the air and Habit watched her with initerest and awe. "But ... I know what you mean," he added softly.

Habit blushed sweetly and took the offered hand. "Tim. It's wonderful to meet you," he chirped, "I'm Habit!" He twisted just slightly, one hand still in Tim's grip while he used the other to point out each of his friends in turn. "That's Cecile, and Shawn, and Odin. We're starting a band! Do you play?" He glanced around the other, searching out some sort of hidden instrument.

Cecile herself was growing quite bored with all craptastic guitar players. She felt her attention waivering, but not to the point of squirming in her seat. Her chin in her hand, elbow resting on the table beside her, she felt her eyes slowy peeling away from the latest auditioner. Her eyes scanned the people still left to try out. Damn there were alot of them.

Her eyes then fell upon Habit and his new friend. The music in the garage was a tad too loud to hear what was being said at that distance, but she watched them and what they were doing.

Seeing the little rectangle of paper come from within the coat and being passed to Habit, Cecile got a little tingle down her spine that she couldn't explain.