Zazra

As the last of the patrons leave your live music venue: Live House, you dust your hands and sigh. Taking stock of the events that unfolded today; about twenty people showed, more than double from last night. Which isn't much, but you're grateful for every customer that visits.

As you flip off the lights and swing open the door, it bangs against something, followed by a thud. You peer out to see a woman clutching her forehead, dressed in a leather jacket with a guitar case slung over her shoulders. She winces as she meets your gaze.

"Ow fuck- I mean, hey! You're the owner of this place, right?! Can I, like, sign up to perform?"

Booking talents were something you struggled with, especially being the proprietor of a not-so-well-known venue. It's nearly-impossible to book any famous band or artist, and that's way out of your budget anyways.