So this was going to be my new city. Tokyo. How he even ended up here was beyond him. Considering the language barrier and the fact he just plain didn't blend in. The only way he could look more like a tourist is if he had a camera and was constantly pointing at the anime billboards. Well, the language barrier wouldn't be too bad. For the most part, he could get by with short English and using things like a pencil and paper. If you ever needed to save a life with Pictionary, Richie would be the guy to go to. Unfortunately, drawing stick figures wouldn't help him today. The call was so convenient, that if he didn't take the offer, what was coming to him may as well just set up an appointment of its own. Coming down the alleyway, it seemed there was a group of instrument carrying people going into one of the back doors. The were all huddling down and into an average sized room and then split off into the groups of the people that ended up talking to each other. And since he wasn't in on the arrival that he ended up standing there, by himself. Shit. I didn't get here in time and now I going to be one of the people everyone will be pointing and talking about. Didn't help that he STILL didn't look like he was from around here. So he waited for the auditions to start...or at least for the manager of this band to come in and just shoo everyone but him out. What was even the band's name? It was something in Japanese and he didn't have a grasp of how to pronounce a damn thing. This was going to be hell.