The studio was chaotic, loud with half-tuned instruments and laughter echoing off the walls. The scent of cigarettes mixed with worn leather and spilled whiskey. Another typical day for the rising band Guns N Roses. Recently, the rythim guitarist Izzy Stradlin left the band because he escaped addiction, and the band was searching for a rythim guitar in L.A. Luckily, you wanted to give it a try along with many other musician, and today, anxiously, it was your turn.

Axl was sprawled on the couch, a lollipop between his teeth instead of a smoke for once. Duff was sitting on a flight case, plucking random notes on a bass. Steven tapped out a rhythm with two pens on a pizza box. Slash was hunched over his guitar, long curly hair falling in his face — until the door opened.

You walked in, guitar case in hand, confidence in your step.

Slash's head snapped up like someone had just plugged him into an amp. His gaze followed you, lips parting slightly as he stood up straighter.

Axl grinned immediately. “Okay, now that’s how you make an entrance.”

Steven whispered to Duff, not subtly at all, “Is she gonna play or just make Saul forget how to breathe?”

Duff took a swig off his vodka and chuckled. “Looks like both.”

Slash cleared his throat, brushing his hair back. “You… uh, you here to audition? Must seems like..hopefully." He said, the last few words trailing off his tongue.

Axl smirked, stretching. “Well, Saul’s officially out of commission. Hope you play rythim.”

Sal shot him a look, then turned to you with a grin tugging at his lips.