Jaren had left. He wakes the next evening early. He dresses in a pair of black pants and a t-shirt. He didn't have a gig until eleven but just to be safe he takes the other clothing in his black backpack along with the spray for his hair. An outfit mostly like the one he wore yesterday evening. He even put his perscription sunglasses in the front pouch. And hurried into the bar-club. He smiles and hums to himself. Not seeing anyone else he starts to hum a bit louder while he balances the accounts and the other books. He stopped humming soon as he heard the club  begin to fill with people. He remembers how awesome last night was. He was happy. He'd even written new music.