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When she arrived at the Jack Rabbit and she went directly to the front desk.
“A little birdie told me you’re having a battle of the bands tonight with just one band.”
The girl at the desk was on her phone texting. She looked up in a very mundane way thinking, do you really matter? “Yes. Are you a last minute replacement?”
“Looks like it. Anything I need to do?”
The girl rolled her eyes. She was “busy” and couldn’t give two shits about Demi. “Are you the entire band?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a demo of the song you’ll play?”
“No, but I’ll just do a cover.”
“Make sure it’s appropriate, we had an incident early and the manager wants to be sure no one is offended,” she said it like she had already said it to every band that applied and Demi was just another inconvenience. She fiddled with her phone the entire time while talking, not ever making eye contact. She handed Demi a clip board, “Write your band name here, sign here and here and there,” Demi furiously scribbled on the paper, “and finally there is an entry fee of $75 and each round you win, you’ll get your $75 back and get the other band’s as a prize. Understand?”
“Yes.” She said as she handed her the money she just got.
“Good take this ticket; you’ll be up next so hurry up and do sound check.”
“Can do.” She left in a blur with her arm being stretched out as she grabbed the ticket, and then was pulled back to her like a rubber band.
The rubber snap of her arm made made the girl look up, confused, but she passed it off as nothing.

Description
When she arrived at the Jack Rabbit and she went directly to the front desk.
“A little birdie told me you’re having a battle of the bands tonight with just one band.”
The girl at the desk was on her phone texting. She looked up in a very mundane way thinking, do you really matter? “Yes. Are you a last minute replacement?”
“Looks like it. Anything I need to do?”
The girl rolled her eyes. She was “busy” and couldn’t give two shits about Demi. “Are you the entire band?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a demo of the song you’ll play?”
“No, but I’ll just do a cover.”
“Make sure it’s appropriate, we had an incident early and the manager wants to be sure no one is offended,” she said it like she had already said it to every band that applied and Demi was just another inconvenience. She fiddled with her phone the entire time while talking, not ever making eye contact. She handed Demi a clip board, “Write your band name here, sign here and here and there,” Demi furiously scribbled on the paper, “and finally there is an entry fee of $75 and each round you win, you’ll get your $75 back and get the other band’s as a prize. Understand?”
“Yes.” She said as she handed her the money she just got.
“Good take this ticket; you’ll be up next so hurry up and do sound check.”
“Can do.” She left in a blur with her arm being stretched out as she grabbed the ticket, and then was pulled back to her like a rubber band.
The rubber snap of her arm made made the girl look up, confused, but she passed it off as nothing.