Lyle listened to a couple more songs and got up drifting over to the band as they packed up, pulling Dante along with him excitedly. He opened his mouth to say something when the beefy violinist spoke up. "Girls aren't single and I'm not interested." He eyed Lyle in an unfriendly way. He'd noticed him staring in a way that was more than just enjoying their music.<br/><br/>The tall base player hit his shoulder. "Don't mind him. You need something, sweetheart?" She asked in a sweet southern tone.<br/><br/>"I have a vocalist" he gestured to Dante. "and no band for my establishment. I was wondering if you were free to play around nine tomorrow night?" Lyle was sweet when he asked, but his tone was also professional.<br/><br/>They all looked to Dante all wondering the same thing. "He any good?" The beefy violinist spoke up again.