Scott smiled as he heard her walk through and close the door. He reached down and grabbed his beer from the floor, somehow managing to take a drink from the bottle without spilling it, and placed it back on the floor again with a soft thud. He scratched his chin as he tried to hide his grin, although from who he wasn't sure.

"Well, that depends," he mused slowly, "Did you have something label related you had to talk to me about Ms Harley..?" he teased.

Scott sat up as he heard the door of the bus open with a gentle click. He scowled at the roadie standing at the top of the stairs and ushered him away. As the door clicked shut again, he walked over and knocked the lock with the back of his hand, returning to the couch and sitting down again.

"But of course..." he paused for a moment. "Why else would we be meeting up?" He laughed to himself, trying to sound serious through the handset.

Scott stood up again and walked around the short area that was his temporary living room. He heard her sigh and wondered what was wrong. He didn't ask. Walking to the blacked out window of the bus, he could see a few kids in Blood of Wecz tshirts hanging around, no doubt waiting to meet him and ask him to write his name on something. He had never really seen the point in all of that himself really. Walking away from the window, he smiled gently.

"Well I do believe we are in New Orleans next Saturday. Where do you live?" He paused for a few seconds. "Should I bring my business notes or..." he let the end of the sentence linger.

Scott coughed and listened as he could hear muffled voices at the other end of the line. He waited for a second and took another swig of his beer, looking around the bus. Walking over to the TV, he peeled off the "void warranty if removed" sticker out of boredom and whistled to himself, before she answered.

"Great," he smiled. "Can we conduct this meeting on a bus, or is there somewhere else more suitable...?" He almost felt like winking, before he realised no one could see him.

Scott walked to a mirror and ruffled his hair as he looked at himself. He ran his hand through his stubble, trying to decide whether or not to shave.

"Again...that depends," he grinned mischievously. "Will we be discussing private label matters that require me to tell everyone to go away?"

As Scott started to walk back to the sofa, he heard the door click and then shake back and forth. He realised someone
was trying to come aboard, so he tiptoed over to the sofa and lay back down in case they saw him through the window. He smiled again as he heard Arianna purr down the phone.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to tell people to go see a movie or something..." he laughed to himself. "So will you have your bandmate...or will this be a one on one meeting...?"

Scott smiled at her last statement. He sat up and rubbed his face before he stood up and stretched, throwing his empty beer bottle into the bin.

"Thats a shame he can't make it. But I'm sure we can conduct the meeting without him." He grins. "Oh...yeah sure. Get back to work Ms Harley. You know you can call me anytime yeah?"

Scott smiles and grabs another beer.

"Alright Arianna. I'll talk to you soon..."

Mandy sat on her bed writing in a notepad then she took out the paper crumbled it up sighed and threw it on the floor with a few other ones then she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket she picked it up and read the text message start texting her back Hey yeah I'm free where did you want to meet up? she picked her notepad back up and start writing in it again waiting for a reply

Mandy put her notpad on the desk and turned on the tv and started watching music videos on MTV and then she felt her phone vibrating again she looked at the message and replyed Ok sounds cool then :) she got up killed her tv and put on a hoodie and sneakers then walked out the door