'One.....Two....Three....Four...
If its revenge that you seek
You won't find it with me
All the mistakes I ever made
They sank...with the Pequod
All my hate and rage are in the depths
Tied to the harpoon noose around Ahab's neck
Every burden resting on that whale
Leaving me alone so call me Ishmael
Whoa...whoa...whoa..ooooh.'
Adam smiled and looked to his friends wanting their opinions of the new song. He understood that it was still in its early stages and would need some work but was eager to hear from the others. They conversed as a group and began forming a set list for tonight's gig at the pub.
'So looks like Orianna there has things finally worked out at the pub. Real shame about her old man. Glad to see stuff worked out so we can play again though.'
Adam chimed in before the conversation could progress.
'The real strange part is he left her in charge. She is hardly old enough to drink let alone run a pub. Now I know that it is hardly the cream of the crop for a pub's sake I mean it is Austere we are talking about. Not to mention she isn't the friendliest sort either...shouldn't complain though you are right at least she is letting us play there still.'
Before more gossip and backbiting could ensue the doors into the library opened ringing the bell handing above them. Adam put his guitar down and went to the desk hoping over it and looking down the hall to see who had arrived.