Ptricia consulted the card. "Okay..."<br/><br/>She walked at a brisker pace along streets and paved areas as Chris commented.<br/><br/>"Might be an idea..." She pulled a mobile phone from a back pocket, and started consulting it's address book. The of the first couple of people she tried, one wasn't answering, and the other was booked up. But eventually she had a success.<br/><br/>"Yeah, long time no see. Not looking for bouncer work this time, but I'm glad you offered. Actually, there's an act I wanted to talk about... No, I havn't suddenly turned into an agent, I'm part of the band, the drummer... Classic rock and metal, a lead and bass guitarist... Cast Iron Stomachs. Appropriate, no?<br/><br/>"We have some vore themed songs, so that works. There tough enough to handle the crowd you're likely to get, and I'll be there... A trial run? Great! That shouldn't be a problem. Okay,see you there."<br/><br/>She ended the call, but kept the phone to her ear, as they were now in a more populated area, and she didn't want to be seen apparently taklking to herself.<br/><br/>"I have us a gig at the Two Sticks, a club down in the entertainment district, tomorrow night, with the option of a regular performance every fortnight after if it works out. It's quite big, a likely crowd of 400 at least. The thing is, the reason there's a slot is that night's a vore themed party night, and it can get a bit rough. The last band lost a keyboardist, and refuse to play it any more. But I figure we can handle it."