Being a commander of a PMC meant you had no days off, did Phillip care? No. Not really. Not after he found out of his favorite bands from his childhood was coming to the city he was currently stationed at. Sneaking away from the workload for the night he found himself near the stage, cowboy hat on his head, and a beer in hand. He was singing along to one of his favorite songs, suddenly, he was pushed forward, dropping is beer into the grass below. Sighing, he turned around to find the culprit.