Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He makes his way into the pub, pulling the Lennon shades off as he does, blinking the sunlight out of his eyes. He sighs a little and walks up to the bar, taking a seat. Damn rescheduled meetings...they could at least TELL him, so he doesn't make his way all the way into work before finding out.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "Heya, Tim, how are you?" He smiles to the bartender, who he seems to know, and hands over his credit card to start a tab. Tim pours him a drink...a White Russian. He takes it with an appreciative smile, sitting at the bar as he lights a cigarette.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: The first drag is exhaled, and he leans forward a bit, knocking ash into the tray. He takes a drink of the kahlua/vodka drink, casting eyes over to the big screen, and the Panthers/Bears game that's just starting. He shrugs it off and looks back to his drink, taking another drag off of his cigarette.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He reaches into a pocket and pulls out his wallet, flipping it open to the pictures. A few quick flips brings him to one in particular...he smiles slightly, looking his age of forty-eight for once. A little sigh, and he set the wallet on the bar, taking a longer drink.

Sady: ~The door swings open, and heavy bootfalls carry the small woman into the place~

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He glances up and over as Sady snaps him out of his reverie, looking her over briefly. He offers her a smile, nodding to her.

Sady: ~She lets her gaze wander over the place slowly, taking in the decor. A nod and a smirk to the friendly man by the bar, then a twinge of disappointment in her eye. She tromps towards the bar and tilts her head at the bartender~

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: The next drag of smoke is exhaled away from Sady as she comes up to the bar, more ash tapped away. The bartender comes over to her, a man in his late twenties, and looks her in the eyes before asking her what she'd like. Larry looks over out of a vague curiosity at Sady and Tim the bartender...the most interesting thing in his immediate vicinity. Apparently he's not a football fan.

Sady: Some information, actually. ~She glances over at Larry, then back to Tim~ Any idea if there's places in this area that does live shows for local bands?

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: Ooh, now that gets Larry's attention. He looks over at Sady with some interest now, sipping the White Russian. Tim chuckles a little bit and nods. "There's a couple places around here do live shows. What kinda music we talking about?"

Sady: Hard metal. Some friends of mine gotta band, and right now they're only playin that biker bar that opened up a few months ago, but I'm lookin ta get them expandin some. Get 'em more exposure. But uh.... ~She chuckles and looks around the place, then back to Tim~ Don't much think they're style would fit this place too good.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: Tim chuckles. "Yeah, hard metal's not my gig, sorry."

"Seraphim's Tears does a lot of booking for live metal acts," quips Larry, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Also try Magnetic Field or Bar 4 in Brooklyn, or Crash Mansion in Downtown."

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "Oh, and the Nevermore on Sundays, sometimes. Really rough crowd there."

Sady: ~She smiles over at Larry~ Thanks man. ~Another look to Tim and chuckles a bit~ Wouldn't wanna bust up the nice decoratin round here. They're a buncha skinheads that play metal. Thanks for tha help though.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He nods to her with a little chuckle. "No problem, bubullah. So what's your compadre's band called? Maybe I heard of 'em."

Sady: -Insert name of Gunther's band here- ~She smiles once more at Larry and hops up on a barstool~ Ya like metal?

Sady: ~She blinks a few times~ What's bubullah?

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "Personally?" He grins a little bit, shutting the wallet in front of him and slipping it into his pocket. "Naah. Too incoherant these days, or too touchy-feeley. You've either got your death metal, or you've got your nu metal dreck. Ain't much left that's pure metal anymore. But hey, it sells, so I promote it, y'know?"

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "Bubullah...it's just an expression. term of endearment." He shrugs. "Jewish thing."

Sady: ~She chuckles, then nods~ Yeah, but these guys are good. Ain't got that mainstream style goin. ~She quirks a brow and laughs~ Gotcha. Sorry, I ain't jew. ~She pulls a toothpick from her pocket and sticks it between her lips~

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "S'okay. Most aren't." He chuckles and shrugs. "Don't mean I can't confuse you all with random Yiddish. Makes my life fun." He extends a hand to her. "I'm Larry."

Sady: ~That gets another laugh out of her~ I ain't that hard ta confuse. ~She takes the hand in a firm grip and gives a single shake, then withdraws it~ Sady.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "Nice to meet you, Sady." He nods and takes a drag off of his cigarette. "So, the band's just getting off the ground, then, eh?"

Sady: Nice ta meet ya. ~She smiles, then nods~ Pretty much. They did some playing in Chicago, then they moved here. They got played on tha radio once, and they got the weekly gig over at tha biker bar. I'd like ta get aholda some record people an see if I can't get 'em t'come down an give 'em a look over.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He grins a little. "They got representation yet?"

Sady: Jus me runnin round gettin 'em shows. ~Her head tilts at him~

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "Gotcha." He pulls out a business card, handing it over. "You want any tips on what do to, gimme a call. Might be able to help you out." The card is simple, white and elegant, and reads:

Larry Altmann
Musician Management and Representation

There's also a work and cell phone number, fax, and email address listed.

Sady: ~She quirks a brow and takes the card, looking it over. She grunts and nods, then tucks it into her jacket~ Thanks man. ~She grins at him~ Is there alot to this shit? I wouldn't really call myself their manager or nuthin like that. I jus do it fer onea tha guys in the band.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "There can be," he says with a nod. "Manging's mostly about being the band's public relations and business person. Booking radio show appearances, negotiating with record labels and tour promoters, or in your guys's case, individual venues. You oughta try to get them to make a demo tape, see if you can get 'em a contract, or maybe a supporting gig on a larger band's tour."

Sady: They gotta demo..... ~She scratches the back of her head and frowns a bit~ But I ain't got tha contacts or nuthin like that ta get it where it needs ta go.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: "I might be able to help you out with that," he says with a shrug. "At least give you some pointers. Everyone starts out somewhere. I've been doing it for the better part of forty years, so I know the tricks of the trade."

Sady: ~She laughs~ Ta be honest, this ain't my trade. But if yer intrested I can prolly talk 'em inta takin a real manager.

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He chuckles a little bit to that. "I'll listen to a demo tape. If I don't take 'em on, I can probably find a good guy to do so who isn't a shyster."

Sady: That'd be cool, thanks. ~She grins and slides off the stool~ I'll give ya a call and let ya know either way, a'ight? ~She holds a hand out to him~

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He takes the extended hand with a nod. "Sounds good...I look forward to it."

Sady: ~She gives the hand a good solid shake, then turns and tromps towards the door~

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: He watches her leave, smiling a little, and looks back to Tim. The two share a smile, and Larry shrugs. Never know who might end up becoming a success. He goes back to his drink.

Sady: ~She glances back once more and gives a two finger salute to them both, then slips out the door~

Sady: ((Woot! ~G~ Thanks for the RP ~LIX~))

Larry Altmann [Kinsley's Irish Pub]: ((*Hugs*))