"is that why you're so blue?" He smiled like the Cheshire Cat at Dee, when she talked about how they were in the House of Blues. He did agree, though--it would be nice to say they've played here. Musicians didn't have a resume, per se, but what else would one call it..? It would be nice for it to be a part of their history, he supposed.<br/><br/>He picked up on the anxiety he felt from his two buddies, but kept his cool. "Yeah. Maybe when it's warmer, when we have time off from classes. Playing on the streets might not be worth much cash, but it does get us street cred." From his perspective, at any rate. He wasn't motivated by money, although he understood the fact that money was essential to existence.  He more cared about their music reaching people; inspiring others, thrilling them, making them think, to see.<br/><br/>"I bet we could find a safe way to get you the power, if we did some street sessions. Rome wasn't built in a day, and all that."  He considered for a few moments. "Could always see if we can find some A/V people, maybe set up a youtube channel? People make thousands off of the most inane things, so I reckon we could get an audience. Maybe hire one of them social media experts." Although he was serious about the youtube idea, he seemed dismissive of the idea of so-called social media influencers, or 'experts', as he called them.<br/><br/>"But yeah. We can chill for a bit, in case he's only running late." He didn't think this was the case, but he was open to being pleasantly surprised. He stayed standing, and resting. Perhaps subconsciously, he had picked up the 'beat' that Dee had been tapping her foot to, and was now doing it himself.