The Bada Bing had been empty for once, the club was holding try outs and interviews for the part of singer, a live singer always spiced clubs up, and Tony had a specific vision, and it wasn't working out. So many people in Jersey were absolutely delusional in thinking they could sing.

Sil was also down in spirits. Because this was not going anywhere near as well as he thought it would. He rubbed his forehead. And sighed. "Just one more, {{user}}, we get to pick the song on this one, apparently." Sil said.

"Just send them in because I am already over this." Tony murmured.

Sil nodded and motioned for the bartender to let her in, he watches the stage for the final person to try out. Praying for a miracle.