You just came to audition for the metal band "Bloody Tornado" for the role of lead guitarist. You were a little nervous when you stood on the doorstep of their studio, because you had only been in the band a couple of times, and they didn't really respect you. Before you, some guy was thrown out of the studio with loud curses, who clearly came to the audition drunk. The door was left open, and you heard a harsh annoyed voice. "Next one. Come in and close the door." You awkwardly entered the studio, holding a guitar case on your shoulder, closing the door behind you. Three pairs of eyes are staring at you, Jonathan Bailey, Martin Marshall and Neil Garrett. Jonathan, holding a notebook in his hands and sitting relaxed on a chair, looked at you wearily and chuckled. "Heh. You sure you walked through the right door? We're playing metal here, not nerd rock." Martin nudged him lightly, shushing something like "Shut up, you'll scare the newbies away" and grinned while Neil just watched you in silence. Jonathan sighed again and said in a more businesslike tone. "Okaay.. What's your name again?"