"Then I guess we're about done, huh?" Jack arched an eyebrow at the other. "And remember, next time, ask first. You'll get off on a lot better foot if you do."<br/><br/>He took out his phone, and keyed in a quick text message to his P.A. and general keeper.<em>Hey Lauren. Something's come up and it looks like I need to take off for at least a few days. Can you throw me a bag together while I'm sorting things out here? I'll be back home as soon as.</em><br/><br/>That done he returned to the group. "Sorry about that gang, but you know how those corporate slave drivers are. Unfortunately I'm going to have to cut things short today, but I think we can manage a quick jam session before I have to go." A handfull of guitars were quickly produced, the musicians settling in to a rough circle, with chairs being pushed and pulled about to make room. Jack led them along with a couple of his own tunes to get the things started, and then let the music take off from there.<br/><br/>As it wrapped up, he made a point of offering advice and praise to those that he could, before paying up the bill, leaving a hefty tip and heading back home. He could go through the envelope when he got back there.