Room 220, Friday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Zero had chucked most of the mess into her closets and covered Fish's cage. On top of the dresser was an array of takeout containers from Ching Tai: rice, spring rolls, dumplings, Kung Pao shrimp and Sichuan chicken, along with other selections. Chopsticks and forks for the less brave were sitting nearby, and ginger beer was chilling in the fridge, which could also provide milkshakes if anyone wanted those instead.

Now all she needed was the rest of the band.

((Closed to the band people. Minimal OCD going up. All right, have at it. This was supposed to go up earlier, but Comcast thought it would be cute to shut off my cable for maintenance.))

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Re: Band Business

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker handed around the contracts. "Yeah, that one? Is standard in bands like these." She pointed out a few other things, then said, "Two things I want to stress: one. This is Zero's band. You have a problem with the band? Take it to Zero. I'm the one you talk to if you need bail, rehab, a lawyer, an alibi, or a really good pair of shoes." She grinned, although she was mostly serious.

"Second thing. If you happen to write an original song, and want it performed by the band? Run it by Zero. Any songs you write are yours, not the band's, but whether or not they get performed by the band is up to her. You guys are going to be doing covers as well as original stuff, so hopefully there's room for that here."