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The club was in one of the rougher areas of Barton, though not the Ghetto. Just, lots of abandoned warehouses and run down apartments. The area had an air about it, as if there were secrets lurking in the dark allyways, but secrets you didn't want to find.

Standing in the center of this area, backed up to the river, was a large building, that looked as if it had once been a factory. A sign on top proclaimed that it was "The Nights Portal" and all of the windows had been shuttered in steel, though it looked the same outwards as the other buildings around it, though in slightly better repair. The front doors were closed, with a sign up saying to proceed to the side basement doors for deliverys or daytime business.

As she says this, a door off to the side is opened by a large, red scaled, taloned hand. Peeking out of the doorway is a huge man, standing about 8 feet tall, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He's got reddish tinged skin, with scales on the backs of his arms and hands, and on his neck. "Yo. Your here lookin for a gig? Damn. Tiny thing, arn't ya. Can't be all that old either. You sure you can handle the night?" He'll smile, kindly, showing slightly enlarged canines, and a tail with a spade on the end will wave back and forth behind him. "You'll wanna see tha boss. Go to the end of the hall, into the elevator, hit the button for the 4th floor, last door on the hallway." He'll close the door again, turning back to what looks like 2 younger girls, early teens, and a board game of some sort and a movie, as it appears that the basement room is an apartment of some sort.

"Come in!" The voice is low and husky, almost a growl. When she opens the door, Silver will be leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, only wearing a ripped pair of black jeans, reading through a notebook, making marks here and there. As he sees her, he'll put down the book and his feet, standing up to his full 7 and a half feet, smiling a little. "Your here about the letter i sent about the gig, way back, right?"

He'll nod a little, and wave at one of the oversized chairs. "What style of music? I remember your poster said something about J-Pop, but have you branched out in styles, or is it still mostly the same?" He'll sit down himself, , arms crossed on the desk as he leaned forward, his earrings tinkling as his ears moved. "I'm thinking of doing an asian themed night once in a while, maybe make it more regular depending on how it goes over."

He'll nod a little, and stood again. "Come with me. I'll show you the main floor, and where you'll be performing if you decide to." He'll lead her out and down the hall to the elevator again, and down to the second floor. Stepping out, they'll be in an area with a bar along one wall, and tables and booths, though it only takes up an area around the outside of the building, the middle being open to the dance floor and club area on the first floor. He'll gesture for her to go down the large staircase, while he dashes off, opening a halfdoor on the railing and sliding down the ladder there into a DJs booth, flipping on equipment as he does so.

There were pillars around 3 sides of the room, holding up the second floor. The center was a dance floor, though there were lines in the floor that suggested that it may be altered somehow through some manner. The 4th wall was a 2 story high sculputre of a waterfall, the water collecting in a pool at its base. As silver messed with the equipment in the booth, a stage rose from that end of the dance floor on hydralics. As the dj booth lowered itself next to the stage, on hydralics of its own, he'll slip out, climbing on stage, and opening a port. "So, that oversized piano of yours work, or are you just for show?" He'll give a teasing grin, pulling out a cable, and holding it out to the girl. "Time for you audition darlin. Show me what you've got." He'll slip back into the booth, ready to adjust any of the equipment needed, waiting for her to start.

Fiddling with the panels in front of him, the lights will dim, and spotlights will appear on Dar as silver works, adjusting the sound slightly, increasing the feedback and volume some. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up as she played, sitting back to listen, head bobbing with the beat of the song.

Silver will nod along to the end of the song, and then clap. "Quite the talent you have there kiddo. How versitile are you though." He'll think a moment, then fiddle with something on the controls. "Can you play billy joel, piano man? I can provide the harmonica parts."