♪ . ♬ D o u b l e B a s s i s t s || {its-macca}
The energy of the crowd was rumbling now, tense and eager to erupt into the cheers and screams she knew would come once the competition was to start. Camille had been waiting with a straw of patience for her opportunity to come along, especially one of this magnitude. The cheap, biweekly talent shows and such that were thrown at the schools were nothing to her, first things, they were far too small to hardly had any considerable turnout--student supporters and parents were the only heads that dotted the auditorium seats... every now and again the occasional music instructor. Beside that, the city's private schools proved too abundant for there to be any substantial talent even within the public schools' shows. Camille had given up hope on them some time ago. She needed something real. She knew her skill was something to be placed against the best and only that. Now that there was a competition being held city wide, open to all ages, groups and individuals, she could sense her moment coming, and she felt her heart race with it as a smug grin flitted across her features.
The stage still was being set up, people flooding to the aisles enough to make Camille believe that there would be standing room only once things were to start. Turning her attention elsewhere, she decided to comb over who was to be her competition tonight. This wasn't exactly a group that she was biting her nails over--for a while these would be merely qualifying rounds. But there may have been some there who were worthy opponents, she figured, so what harm was there in looking.
A young quartet had just filed in that she could see, and she squinted a bit, taking in their way of dress and their full heads of hair. Dey prolly jus' some tired ol' doowap singa's. The bitter thought wisped through her mind and she rolled her eyes. But one turned, and immediately she spotted a guitar strapped to his back... and her eyes shot open wide. Slow, nearly predatory steps lead her closer to the group, and one by one she could see their instruments... two guitars, a pair of drumsticks, a bass.
So they were a band. And from their appearance, either a rockabilly or a rock and roll one. Their bassist in particular caught her eye, and she kept a wary watch on him as she went to her own upright bass, removing it from its case and tuning it with a skilled ear.
