While the going is good

Backstage, the trio isn't allowed too much time to mope over their performance. They knew their friends were cleaning up the stage and they needed to help. It was their equipment after all.

Though not landing on any conclusions, Mike, Phil and Jason slowly make their way back out front. On his way by Katie, Jason gives her shoulder a little squeeze.
Yeah, I know... not my fault. I still feel bad though. I don't know what the best decision was or is anymore. But I guess for now this is it.


Hope's remark makes Scott laugh. He shakes his head. "Well, we wouldn't want that to happen."

He looks around to the others cleaning up. "Soon as they're done here, they'll probably head out.
I think the Pizza Box is the destination since Mom and Pop's is closed today."

"Hey, Scott..." Jen unknowingly interrupts after coming out from backstage. Though walking much more now, at this time of night, she was usually back in her wheelchair. She wheels up next to Scott and Hope. "Get any good pictures?"

"Um... yeah... yeah, I think so." Scott looks down at his camera. "I'll, um... throw the good ones on a disc for you."

"That would be great." Jen smiles, but then it slowly fades as a realization hits her. "Kyle was our designer," she mentions quietly. "I don't know if I can use the pictures as well as he could."

Scott shrugs. "Katie might do it for you. She's got an eye for that kind of thing."

It doesn't take long and everything is out and loaded. By now, the audience is completely gone, and the band is the last to leave the parking lot. Several vehicles pull out in a small caravan, heading downtown. Scott had been right - the Pizza Box was the destination tonight. And upon arriving, they have the main eating area almost to themselves. With JetStream and those from Cryptic, it's a nice sized group, and the talk and laughter is plenty. No one lets the three complain about the night... it hadn't been their best - that was for sure. But it had still been good to the audience, so the others all pitch in, not allowing complaints.

Conversation bounces back and forth. Someone starts a straw wrapper war. At one end of the table, Rocky and Jason wind up in a friendly wrestling match until a waiter glares at them. All in all, it was a fun time, and no one wanted to be the first to call it a night.

Scott rests his elbows on the table, his bouncing knee hidden from view. The crust on his plate shows that he had eaten a single slice of pizza, but no more. He watches the antics of the others, but doesn't join in unless someone hurls a comment in his direction. He was getting pretty tired, but wasn't going to make anyone leave early on account of him.


Kyle chuckles at Alice. "Apologizing for being quiet? People like us have to shut up every once in a while to give our tongues a break, ya know." His grin proves his teasing.

Receiving her question, he sighs, keeping his eye forward. "It's going alright. I'm settling in more... enjoying being here more. I miss home, but... the longer I'm out here, the more I get used to it. I really am liking the performances and the purpose here, so... yeah."

A smile quirks his mouth. "You really going to stick it out the whole way? Or you think you'll get tired of it all and head home while the going is good one of these days?"