Tony had just wrapped up a 6 month national tour. It was long past due for some downtime. He had gotten a call from his manager about the market being open for session musicians. This of course had been the night before, now he was hopping off of his parked Harley. Removing the helmet, he set it down inside the basket before making his way towards the entrance of the building. Currently Tony was wearing a form fitting black short sleeved shirt, a pair of baggy cargos with combat boots to match. His hair was in an intricate pattern of dreadlocks and on his face a pair of dark black sunglasses.<br/><br/>Making his way through the building, Tony stopped briefly to look at a directory. After finding where he was sure the band was currently located, he started to hum a little tune to himself while walking. Upon reaching the door, the young man casually knocked firmly so that he would be heard while waiting outside. Not wanting to disrupt anything that was going on unannounced.