<strong>Alex</strong><br/><br/>Alex sighed. He sighed a lot, and often. It lent to his brooding image, but mostly he just sighed so he wouldn't say things that would further estrange him from his bandmates. There was their lead singer who had the chops without a doubt and was likely the main reason they made money, but who also had an inexplicable need for sex, particularly with girls. Girls that Alex could be keeping for himself. Then there was the bassist, who was so absent minded as to occasionally forget to wear articles of clothing. This probably also got them a lot of work, or at least better responses from the audience. Most of them didn't come for him, though for the strictly heterosexual female crowd, he was a fair bit of eye candy. He also played topless a fair amount of the time, but he was male and as such did not generally cause problems when shirtless.<br/><br/>The offer of management was something they'd heard before but he offered reasonable rates and had a lead on a potential gig for them, which would pay them more than they needed but which would, more importantly, provide them with a means of transportation in style and luxury. Not to mention that something bigger on the inside would attract girls who wanted to get freaky in extradimensional space. Those sorts of girls were up for most anything, they didn't care where you put it once you were in a portable hole (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/m-p/portable-hole). Freaky. Something about being outside the laws of time and space, he could never understand it being the child of extraplanar beings himself. With the order given to go round up prey for the lead singer, Alex... did nothing at all. He would go and wait for the drawing, making sure nothing happened to their stuff. He would not leave it alone under any circumstances short of a flight of dragons, chromatic or metallic would be fine, demanding he father their clutches and spend their days with him in rampant sexual activity. So he felt pretty certain he'd be staying with the gear. Sure, any toady or underling could handle the matter of watching the gear, but this way fewer people looked at him. Being the keyboard player he got less attention, but being the only man of note helped him considerably.<br/><br/>Alex also wanted to scope out the venue, make sure their instruments would have no trouble sending their sounds out to the farthest corners. After all, you can't win if they can't hear you, and if he needed some of the instruments fixed up, now would be the time to know.