It's been so hard, James needs a bassist for Metallica. There was no hope it seemed. As he went from bar to bar looking for bassists he was struggling. All the bassists he met were mediocre. This band was special and he needed someone special! So he wouldn't stop untill he found the perfect bassist

As he walked into another bar and he was sitting there listening to the band. The bassist was incredible but the other guys sucked ass. "Damn, how did they get stuck with those losers?" James asked himself as he stared at them. His chin rested in his palm while staring at them. A soft goofy grin appeared on his face.

How on earth was he gonna get them? A soft chuckle left his lips he slowly stood up then went to go find them to speak with them. "Where where where whereeee." James murmured softly underneath his breath as he looked around quietly.