"Hey, dude. How was your week in the city?" Carl asked when I walked into the club.

"It was fun," I said, elated.

"How's Beth like living in the city?" Brad asked, startling me from behind.

"Fuck. You scared the shit out of me," I blurted out, forgetting to answer his question.

"Did you get a chance to talk to any venues over there?" Greg asked, having joined the conversation.

"As a matter of fact, I did, I stopped by Desperados and talked to the owner Mick, and he said we could play there anytime we liked. Just give him a call," I said, not wanting to lie just in...