You happen to be a excellent banjo player. You use OFTL and mob connections to get a little something extra thrown into the band's banjo player's drink. Something that makes him trip his balls off, peeing in public swatting at guilt ghosts howling. Arrested, tripping on a unknown substance. So far gone he don't walk the streets again for six months. Intense rehab and a medical debt that could sink a small country.
You are the first to show up for the audition for the new Banjo Man and your in. You would feel bad about what you've done and that you are about to kill a famous country and Western singer, but you read Sun Tzu. You knows its fine to do anything it takes to win. But when you have a few beers and share tit jokes with K D You realize just how awesome she is. She is a force to be dealt with too. It would probably take a whole clip in the head to kill her. This Woman has style and she is a revolution onto herself. You are concerted over that rehearsal beer drinking session. You are done with the OFTL. But they are not done with you. Or miss Laing.