Joe left after Dante and locked up the bar nice and tight for their boss to rest easy. Lyle felt a warmth envelop him, but couldn't be torn from his precious sleep. He jolted away a little after five AM after a common nightmare about his ex. That relationship really messed him up. He checked the time and groaned. Four-ish hours of sleep would have to do. He washed up and put on a sweater with some tan slacks and a drivers hat, before checking himself in the mirror. Looked good. Slimming, cute butt, flattering colors. This would do. Then Lyle dove into the phone book. He looked around for places that might have musicians like music stores and cafes. After compiling a short list it was hitting six o'clock and he pulled on a jacket, heading out to go do some scouting for Dante.<br/><br/>By noon Lyle was worn out. His list was mostly scratched off and with nothing fruitful. He currently sat at one of the tables outside of a cafe, sipping his espresso and starring at the list wondering where to go next. Why did looking for a band for Dante turn out so difficult? He felt exhausted and finished his espresso before ordering a double this time from the waiter. If he was going to survive another shift at the bar he'd have to deal with the bitter taste.