[center]Mitch looked up from his guitar as he heard Adelaide enter the room. [color=wheat]”Ready as I’ll ever be I guess”[/color] He propped the musician’s axe against a wall and got to his feet just in time for Cammie to enter into the room. Mitchell had not seen her in years, not since she lost herself and became Tarika. He could never blame her for that; it happened to him and the other Zephyrs. None of them were who they thought they were, not even close. That’s what the industry did to people if they weren’t careful; it chewed them up and spat them back out as something that didn’t even resemble itself. This was one of the main reasons for starting Endeavour, to prevent even a few young artists from the pitfalls that lay ahead. Mitch sat for a second of silence as he looked upon the two women, gripping his left hand with his right behind his back, trying to halt the anxious twitch he had suddenly developed. [color=wheat]”Hey Cammie, it’s good to see you”[/color]

A few lingering moments of scary silence later, the banging of doors and the sound of voices alerted him to the sound of more people entering the Boneyard above. Karen turned up with pizza but before Mitchell could even comment Drew arrived, gliding through the doors with all the grace of a blind swan. Surely he had assembled a crack team to rival the Avengers and Justice League combined? This was going to be a long and arduous process, that much he knew for sure. [color=wheat]”Maybe...let’s all go up to the bar and have a meeting I guess”[/color]

Mitchell moved away from the recording studio and up to the bar above via a small winding staircase. Once above ground once again, he waited for everyone to take a seat. He surveyed the room and placed his hands in his pockets to hide his twitch again. He had performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people but here in this room was where he was feeling the most fear, the most terror. He had handpicked everyone who sat there, not because of their fame or lack thereof but because he saw something in them, something he couldn’t quite his finger on, something he wanted to explore and nurture until they were ready to fly on their own.

[color=wheat]”I’m...I’m not the best at speeches so I’ll try to make this brief. For those of you I haven’t met in person yet, my name is Mitchell. I guess...I guess you could say I’m your producer. You are all here because you’re talented and because you have something to offer. Endeavour is here to make sure that you make the most of whatever gift you have and that you do it in a way that you want to, not how they want you to. Today is day one, you are all coming in on the ground floor of something we hope to make special. Talk amongst yourselves, get to know each other, jam a little if you feel so inclined. I’ll be around, floating somewhere if you need me. The apartments next door are ready for those of you who are moving in, keys are on the table with your names on. Move your stuff there and come back or do it later, whatever you want. Welcome to Endeavour everyone”[/color][/center]