Earning Your Way (Open but read the OOC part!)

[OOC: NO ONE SENTENCE POSTS! We're going to do this proper and all that and make it interesting, so don't join just for the sake of dropping out later, we're also going to try keep it running too so if you're going on holiday or going to busy for a few days then don't bother joining. I would prefer experienced rpers in this thread if that's alright, thanks guys and girls.]

A figure wearing a black hooded jacket and black ripped jeans with a single, plain guitar case on their back along with a studded biker's hat walked into one of the bars that stood along the road. The bar had a similar atmosphere to a typical British pub, lots of regulars drinking together along with the odd couple having a dinner of shepherd's pie and chips with thick gravy, a few regulars eating a packet of Lays or a packet of roasted peanuts from the selection behind the bar.

The genderless figure walked in with the hat tilted to cover their face, their hair was also hidden inside the hat and none draped down, the chest didn't have any features either, it could have been a flat chested woman or a skinny man. "Pint of lager and packet of salt & vinegar chips please" said the figure in a monotone voice and put the money on the bar as the bartender poured the lager from the pumps and handed the figure the potato chips.

Taking a gulp of the lager the figure smiled "that's much better" it uttered in a somewhat male voice before "he" began eating the chips calmly as he looked to the small stage that was used to entertain the patrons of the bar, comedians, musicians, even karaoke nights had used the stage in an attempt to hold the attention of those before it. "What do you usually pay for musicians?" he asked the bartender "about 20% then any tips they get, why you want to?" "that sounds reasonable, yeah I'm interested if you're willing to pay me" "alright then, just don't f**k it up or you get nothing, you better be good" "oh don't worry I am" was the figure's last response before downing the rest of the lager and tipping the packet of chips into his mouth.

He then stepped up onto the stage and sat down on the tall stool and adjusted the microphone then took out his guitar and tuned it calmly, looking to the backing house band and nodded to them as the drummer started a sudden beat as he began to play his electric guitar but no amp was seen around him as he sang the song, his black guitar pick strumming at the guitar strings, his voice passionate like the lyrics came from his heart, not that he was making them up on the spot but that he knew the song so well to sing it with such vigour.