Harlan laughed. "Of course you don't, I know that! You've got an eye for quality." He winked at the singer and tugged his phone from his pocket.

A few swipes on the screen, a few touches of his fingers, and Harlan had sent Fane's business number to Axel's phone. "The guy's probably a manager because he tried getting into the music biz and couldn't hack it. I wouldn't listen to him. Besides, why listen to someone whose horrible at his job. Your band should be getting way better gigs then they have been lately."

He tapped his phone against his chin as he considered what to do next. That flea market was coming up, and it would really be a good place to get awesoe deals ...

"I need to leave and get ready for this flea market thing... It's this weeked and there's supposed to be some cool stuff for sale, so I probably won't be stopping by to party for the next few days. But hey, if anything comes up feel free to call."