It seems like the Clan will grow some more in the weeks to come. Maniac will be having auditions for a number of young women, all hoping to be a part of the new choir together with Junkie Jenkins.

Great you say? Well, it isn’t really. I’m starting to worry again.

The problem is not the choir, we need a choir. The problem is the auditions. Maniac will run them, again. Alone.
He claims that he’s the only one who can recognize a good singer and that we would only disturb him in his important work.

What could go wrong, you ask?

Well, I can tell you about other auditions where Maniac was in charge. The drummer auditions for example.  Maniac started to fight with all fifteen drummers even before they had a chance of showing him their skills. Why? Well, he claims that he doesn’t like drummers and that he had a bad day.
Luckily, Big Boned Barabas accidentally ran a drumstick up Maniac’s nose, which Maniac thought was pretty cool, so BBB got the job.

Same thing with the bass auditions. But the other way around. Maniac said he had a bad hangover, refused to listen to anyone, and approved everyone. So, for one and a half hour Killer Clan of F.U.N. was probably the only band in the world with 26 bass players.

Until Ugly Mutt showed up. He was also having a bad day, he was out of cigarettes, and he was desperate for the job. So he kicked everyone’s butt and threw them out the door. He even threw Maniac out. But Maniac thought that was pretty cool too, so Ugly Mutt got the job.

Yesterday I had prepared myself with a speech, that would convince everyone that we shouldn’t let Maniac run this by himself. So, boldly, I confronted Maniac and the others with my arguments at the band meeting. Well, band meeting maybe wasn’t the right word as BBB was concentrated with picking his nose with a drum stick and Ugly Mutt was outside smoking, like he usually is.

But I did notice that I seemed to have Bedlam’s support. He was breathing heavily and nodding during the entire speech, almost with enthusiasm I would say. I finished the speech, feeling that the winds were blowing my way, and said something like “Isn’t that right, Bedlam?”.

But no answer. No movement.

Seems like he had been sleeping the whole time. At least he was sleeping when I took off his sunglasses.

Maniac responded with a big grin, left the room, and shouted “Girls, here I come!!!” in the hallway. Haven’t seen him since.

Let’s hope for the best…

/Pär
- a worried manager