"Very much babe. This sound is a real treat to listen to now." You smirk and tip your hat towards Vinny in thanks. This jazz group is so much more pleasing to the ear than than that rock stuff.
"What the hell did you bastards do to my band?!"
You turn around in your seat to see a short, overweight, pale man in his 60s storm up to your crew, his pudgy face red as a tomato. His leather jacket is stretched tight across his frame, and he's wearing matching leather pants and a red bandana across his head. He's wearing a nametag that reads "KARL: MANAGER".
"That act was going to make me alot of money, but now this shitty jazz stuff is here instead. I dunno how you did it, but undo it this instant!"
You open your mouth to start to tell the bloke off, but Vinny gently places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a wink.
Vinny stands up and bows to the manager. "My good sir, my name is Vincent Fontano, but you may call me Vinny. And these are my associates: Tony, Frank and Marco." He nods at each of you as he introduces you all to Karl. He gives you a quick kiss wjen he introduces you however.
"I dont care who you are, bring back my rock band right now!" Karl crosses his arms.
Vinny chuckles in response, as if Karl had told a joke. "Sorry my friend, but that's out of the question. We quite enjoy this kind of music. I bet you will too if you give it a chance." He smirks.
"Bullshit, this stuff is garbage how can anyone like it?" Karl scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Vinny's smirk turn into a scowl at Karl's degrading of his music preference. "Oh I think you'll change your mind about that, sooner than you think even." With the flick of a wrist, he points the keys at Karl and clicks them.
Karl instinctively flinches, but upon seeing it's just keys he throws his head back and laughs. "Car keys? Is that suppose to scare me or something? Oh no what will I do." He mocks, unaware of the changes already befalling him.