Humming to himself, Axel couldn't help but agree with Harlan. They were supposed to have reached the big stage by now. And they had, at one point. Lately, all of them seemed to be in a rut though and their performances lacked any vigor. Just small time stuff on small time stages one hardly had to travel to. Where was the album? The world tours? Though maybe his and the rest of the band's inability to produce songs for this mythical album was at fault. "Who knows though. Diedrik is the one who hired him. He always does the dumb technical shit like that. The rest of us don't care enough."

With another sigh, he pulled away from his comfortable position, only keeping the door open by way of his foot held behind him. "Lame as always, but have fun." Tossing a wave in Harlan's direction, he pushed the door open again so he could duck back inside. He had no intention of prolonging the conversation for longer than necessary so he walked back to his bathroom, intending to shower before making sure the disturbances of the party were all cleared up and no stragglers were left behind. The weight of his phone was a constant reminder as well. Fane huh? Maybe when it got later, he would make a call. As odd as it seemed though, he was glad that Harlan came over. The guy irritated him, but as Axel stepped into the shower, he realized that he felt more okay after a party than he had in a long time. And that really did count for something.