Chris raised his eyebrow slowly. "Y...you're kidding right?" He turned around as the wolfeasel walked in and his eyes bulged out. "You...ugh." He shook his head. "Welcome back." He hugged Reizu tightly before facing Ptricia, pulling out a seat. "It's probably gonna take me a while..."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Chris explained at length their current situation and how they could work it to their advantage, how if they became successful enough they'd move up to the main label and be that bit closer to Rodriguez, and how this tour was a way of demonstrating how good they were (not to mention opening for one of Chris's favorite bands).<br/><br/>The two weeks before the tour passed in somewhat of a blur of practices and regular disappearances from Chris, returning the next morning with the usual "wolf that got the cream" face. It wasn't long until the first night of the tour loomed and their bus pulled up outside the Hammersmith Apollo.<br/><br/>Chris hurriedly got his gear set up for the soundcheck, unable to keep his eyes off the empty venue before him. "5,000 people...bit of a jump to go from playing a club to the Apollo..." he mumbled to no-one in particular. His internal underwear calculator informed him he'd be drowning in laundry within the first few songs if previous experiences were to go by.<span style="font-style: italic">Support band, you're the support band. Don't get ahead of yourself.</span>