Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:26:02 PM)
(This user has entered Live band at cafe bookstore.) (IP = 198.53.106.165)

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:26:10 PM)
(This user has entered Live band at cafe bookstore.) (IP = 99.96.46.36)

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:27:28 PM)
She's sitting at a two-person table by herself, listening to the solo guitarist and singer mellow out on stage. She has a coffee in front of her and a book that looks well-used.

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:28:38 PM)
Basil meandered into the cafe. His aviators down over his eyes, while a buttoned cream long-sleeve silk shirt drapped over his chest. Over the silk shirt rested a black leather vest, which was very detailed and looked to be handmade. However, his loose black leather pants drapped over his still bare feet. He stopped, adn stared at the stage for a moment.

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:29:10 PM)
She sipped her drink and looks over the door, sensing trouble.

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:30:08 PM)
Basil made his way to Lela's table, and took the empty seat. He sat there, silent as he stared at the band.

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:31:19 PM)
And she watched him with wider eyes, leaning back. Then she looks around to see if anyone else was watching, and finally leans back toward him with a smile, "Hello?"

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:32:19 PM)
Basil kept his eyes on the band for a moment longer, shaking his head. He then turned to Lela, a smile on his face, "Hello back."

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:32:56 PM)
"Do you know them?" She settles back in her chair, but her back is straight.

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:33:54 PM)
"Those hacks?" Basil said, not lowering his voice a bit, as he pointed to the stage, "Nah...I only know good musicains."

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:34:49 PM)
"Shh. They're actually really good. I heard them before a few months ago and they're almost ready to go professional, I think."

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:36:49 PM)
Basil laughed, as he looked back at the stage, "We are talkign about them right? The guys who are on stage...with the guitarist that sounds like cat be struck by lightning? And not in agood way."

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:37:43 PM)
"Oh, no," She insists, getting slightly upset. "Don't be mean. Artists are very sensitive you know."

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:41:28 PM)
"Yeah, they are a bucnh of hacks," Basil said this as he stood and walked to the stage. He motioned to the gutairist, a few times, for the guitar. "Now, what you need is this man," the mic pickign up his words as he started to strum something melodic yet powerful, "and less of this." The guitar then sounded like nails on a chalkboard, "Let the guitar do the playing..." He handed the instrament back to the man, and looked at the singer, "And you..."

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:41:53 PM)
[Mind you, I have a wicked preform dice pool, but I'd rather not roll unless you want me to]

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:42:24 PM)
She frowns as he interupts them, straightening in her chair. (No matter to me)

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:44:47 PM)
Basil was talking to the singer, "No you man, you got decent words man...but no vibe. Vibe is key man..." The rest of the words were missed by the mic, as the singer nodded. No one seemed too upset at his interruption, as he left the stage and returned to Lela's table.

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:45:18 PM)
She whispers to him, "Are you okay? You seem tense, and critical."

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:47:34 PM)
“Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: curiosity.”

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:48:42 PM)
"I'm fine with that, but I wonder why you felt the need to do that." She leans on the table with an elbow, "Why are you hiding your eyes?"

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:50:21 PM)
Basil leaned in, his aviators sliding down his nose. His piercing blue eyes looking at her, "I felt the music cry out in pain, and had to help it."

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:50:55 PM)
"So you're an artist too? Or are you a technical player?"

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:51:32 PM)
"I am that I am," he slide his aviators back up, and smiled.

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:52:58 PM)
"You are what you are," she sighs pleasently, relaxing, "But not a grammar nazi. Me either, so that's good. Do you have a band?"

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:53:40 PM)
Basil scratched his head, thinking, "I did, or I will...but I don't."

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:54:21 PM)
"Why did you break up? Musical differences? Passionate fights?"

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:55:02 PM)
"All of the above...yet, none of those."

Lela Beck (Sep 8, 2011 11:55:38 PM)
"That's just being vague, isn't it? Are you trying to be mysterious, mister?"

Basil Vicious (Sep 8, 2011 11:57:54 PM)
Basil extended his hand to her, "Vicious. Basil Vicious. I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments."