<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/KalebHyde/9a5b76ef-a2f8-48ea-8a71-45d31791a048_zpsfe3101d9.jpg) <br/>He would be finishing that first bottle as Emily kept everyone on their toes.  She was such an assertive woman, likely to make the band a world wide sensation by sheer will alone.  He was beginning to believe nothing could go wrong in her hands and that sort of strength was intoxicating even if Jacob had spent much of the time since first meeting her imagining what she was like with her guard down.  That softness slightly distracting him as she turned her words toward him, attempt made to come up with an answer to hide the fact he had likely been fixated upon her.<br/><br/>"They do have the best security here, I know a couple of them and they are expecting to have their hands full tonight.  I'm going to try to lend a hand but I'm thinking I'll be doing more learning than working..."  He'd lean lightly across Emily to grab another bottle from the table, sheepish grin appearing for a moment as he hoped he had not just placed doubt in her mind that he could handle things on the road.  He began to imagine what the place would be like tonight.  No doubt it ws going to be insane as everyone was coming to see Sole's Regret one more time before they would fully blowup nationally.  That thought cleared as he heard the breaking of balls in the pool area.  His gaze shooting toward the general area, spying a sweet little tattoed babe playing just as the band started their blues number.  Keybs words dawning on him as he glanced between the stage and the pool table, light laugh rumbling out from the big man.  Jacob was never much of a pool shark but he always had to admire those who could handle a stick so well.<br/><br/>Jacob would lean against the booth as the full band began to warm up, so much talent combined into one group, there was no chance of Sole's Regret not hitting the big time.  He was especially impressed by the guitars, sounds so effortless yet amazing, not like his own thick fingered attempts.  Hours of listening to songs in his apartment, trying to place his fingers just right but never coming close to the sound which E.T. and Ember made.  Josh's drums laid down that beat, he and Keybs making all the young girls shake their assets, but it was the guitar which touched their core.  His thoughts then returning to how there would hardly be an inch of breathing space once the show got closer.  His attention drifted back toward the pool table where some guy had begun trying to make his move on the girl.  Foolish likely, though it did set him to wondering as he glanced back toward Emily, smile hidden once more by his beer.</div>