Hissing under his breath, Axel nearly snapped at Fane, but he missed the little chance he had. "Fine. We should be done with the other guy by then," he huffed before Fane hung up. Axel was left sitting on his couch, still seething but without anyone to direct it at. Letting out a frustrated noise, he chucked one of his pillows at the tv, listening to the satisfying thunk as it bounced back to the floor. This place still looked like a mess, the curtains all drawn with no lights on as was custom in his dry periods of inspiration. He could shut himself in for days like this if not for the demands of the production studio.

"We'll see you try to say no, Fane Dearborn," he muttered to the fallen pillow. Shaking his head, Axel stalked to his room in order to finish getting ready and thirty minutes later, he was out the door. The other members agreed to meet a little early so really, they had plenty of time. And he was looking forward to every second of it. Let Fane try to say no. Axel had pride in his own check book and name. Without him, the band was nothing. Who could tell him no? Through the traffic and the arc of lights strung through the city, red, green, red, he thought about the look on their faces. Oh yes, it was going to be fun.