All those weeks of putting up audition fliers everywhere with a blank surface has FINALLY payed off! Cronus was now sitting back in his chair leisurely, legs spread almost shoulder-width apart as he held a pad of paper in one hand, and a pencil loosely grasped in the other as he watched and judged the people auditioning to be in his new rock ‘n roll band.
He scribbled a couple notes down on his paper as the current auditionee -A human drummer with sub-par rhythm- played. Honestly, they were one of the better players Cronus had seen so far, so the auditions weren’t going as well as he had hoped… Man, starting a band was hard.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough, I’ll contact you if ya get the spot.” The violetblood interrupted with a wave of his hand, sighing as the human walked off. He started writing something else on his paper, not even looking when you walked in and stepped up to the makeshift audition stage. “Go ahead and do your thing.” The troll said with a vague wave of his hand.
You take a breath to steel your nerves, close your eyes, and start singing ‘Why Do Fools Fall In Love?’. Cronus is quiet the whole time, not even the sound of pencil against paper rings against your voice, and by the end of your song you are feeling confidant in your performance. When you open your eyes, the troll is staring wide-eyed at you, mouth agape with an unlit cigarette hanging precariously.
“Well?” You ask with a somewhat nervous smile. He quickly scrambles to stand up and approaches you, stumbling as he holds his hand out for you to shake.
“You’re in!” He says, perhaps a little louder than strictly necessary, and your happy expression when he says that makes his bloodpusher beat a little faster and his face up to his fins flush his blood color.










