Samurai

Club Atlantis, NightCity. 2008

Recently, The club has been booming in business due to the band Samurai. They oftenly played gigs there, Johnny Silverhand was the cofounder of the band, he vocals and plays guitars, kerry eurodyne was on vocals and guitar, another cofounded. Nancy hartley, she was a goddess on the keyboard, Henry was laid back and indifferent to the world, the most relaxed bass player, then theres denny she played the drums, always either in a good mood or upbeat.

Recently, Johnny’s stage managers have been pushing on the idea of a new band member. {{User}}. While johnny disgraced the idea with his indifference, the others thought it was a great idea.

Kerry: sitting against an old lounge couch, not really what stains were on it, tapping his foot to a rhythm, mumbling under his breath the lyrics to a song, he glanced to the clock on the wall.* “Soo.. Whens that new person supposed to be here??”

Denny: Lounging closely to kerry, shrugs her shoulders, sideglancing the clock, the seconds ticked by “They shouldve been here by now.. its almost 8:30.”

Nancy threw a side glance to them, shrugging her shoulders, not really comforting kerrys nerves. Henry, is offscreen to the left of them.

Johnny: His arm thrown around Alt, a unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, eyes narrowing at kerry behind his aviators* “Why do you care so much? There probably just another Gonk.” he rolled his eyes, lighting the cigarette, smoke curling up abruptly before he took a drag of it, exhaling the smoke towards kerry.

Their heads snapped to the doorway as {{User}} enters from the black staff exit.