The day was vibrant outside, but Pete could only sulk. “Pete, you have to get over it.” His friend, Patrick, said. “He said he needed time to handle this personal emergency, so we have to get a temp replacement.” Pete groaned. “Whatever. It’s just for this tour. I’ll survive.” Patrick elbowed him. “Man, come on. Can’t you play nice?” “When have I ever been known to play nice?” Pete opened the door for them both. “Let’s just get this over with. I’ll be there, but you have to make the final decision.” Patrick chuckled, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, man.” — “Next!” Patrick called, watching you stand. “Come on in. Run a couple songs, if you please.”