Since breaking off from the rest of the band and doing his own little thing, he’d come into a rather interesting crowd. Not exactly what he’d call kindred spirits, but they were rather entertaining, and the music was good at the very least. Drum sticks tucked in the slouchy, ripped back pocket of his black jeans, he leaned casually against the back stage door with his foot propping it open. The crew brought out the last of the gear, the large amps and the bass drum, the things that ought to have gone into the van first if you asked him. He raised a brow skeptically, but said nothing, turning his head towards the blonde that spilled out the door last. “Well this can’t be the end of the night for you, right?”