//Well, if yer not going to freeze up in front of an audience...// Jono waved his hand a little, raising an eyebrow at... his birthday present, Christian. //Fine, then. I'll audition you here on th'spot.//

For his wildly popular, mostly nonexistent band, sure. So far, he'd managed to draft Dandelion into being a second guitarist. The one that screamed plenty and tended to attempt to smash her guitar after every song.

Every modern band needed at least one.

//Go on, then. Sing.//