Scout laughs with him and sits back in her chair, “I bet they would. That’d be a fun picture to have floating around the internet. Our PR would be thrilled.” She can imagine the phone call she’d get. They’re supposed to lay low, not punch people. “Yeah, I know,” She runs her fingers through her hair. “Do you really plan to go six months without playing for people?” Scout didn’t even know if she could do that. She gets not doing it right now, as they just go home. But the whole time? She (along with the fans) would go nuts.
Armie groaned. “I don’t want to hear from PR for at least a week Scout, promise me that. If I get another call about one of us ending up on the cover of every trashy magazine I’m going to quit the band.” He was kidding, of course, but he’s been berated enough for a lifetime. He was just a kid, he should be allowed to make mistakes. “Oh god no. Give it a month and I’ll bored of this whole normal thing and start jamming on street corners.” Armie couldn’t picture his life without music anymore. Sure it got overwhelming at times, but if had the pressure of tours and managers taken away he knew he’d find his passion for the art again.
