Douglas POV
The club was packed with young people coming to enjoy the new bands. Tonight is a talent night, and many who had used the mobile recording studio were invited to perform live in front of an audience. Tangles wanted to assess their stage presence and determine if they had the right attitude for a tour. Some are good at recording, but dead on stage. Something I had no clue about, but trusted Tangles. He needed to assess the scope of his work, and depending on tonight, whether he would take them on or hand them to someone else to cultivate their talent.
I was leaning on a wall, watching the crowd below, when I saw Vicky and Jessica arrive on the dance floor. The crowd parted for them, not because they knew who they were, but because they had this presence about them that drew th
