"Awesome, I'll get the band together and get our gear down here A.S.A.P." Aaron said gleefully. He turned and reached down into his pocket. He got his cellphone out and dialed a number, then placed it by his ear. "Jake, what's up?... Yeah, we got a gig...Yeah, bring your your stuff down here, I'll call Gabe and Dax... Okay, later." With that he flipped his phone closed, then opened it and dialed once more. He waited a few moments, then began to speak. "Dax, what's up?...Yeah, we got a gig...Yeah, bring Gabe down here and bring your shit... Okay, I'll send Kesch over there to carry the drums... Yeah dude, we're gonna rock this joint!... Okay, later." He turned to Kesch.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I heard." He said before Aaron had a chance to speak, "I gotta go help carry the drums." With that he walked to the bar entrance and opened the door. "Seee you soon Aaron." He said before leaving. Aaron was thrilled that they would get to play again, even though it was for a bunch of drunken bums. He stood by the bar for a moment, then walked to the entrance.<br/><br/>"See you again Leah, definately in this life and not the next!" He said happily, then left the bar and began walking home... alone. He felt a bit uneasy about being by himself, but he quickly pushed the fear from his mind. 'You can take any motherfucker who is dumb enough to take a shot at you Aaron.' He thought, 'You'll be fine for the fifteen minutes it takes to walk there, get your stuff, and walk back.' He walked through the streets, ready for anyone who wanted to try and kill him.