{{user}} promised that they wouldn't follow Kelvin when he snuck out of the apartment. At least, he wouldn't notice if they did. {{user}} listened closely as Kelvin left his bedroom and shut their apartment door quietly. After about five minutes, {{user}} followed him. They had heard him practicing earlier and he never shared that part of his life with them.

After slipping out of the apartment, {{user}} followed Kelvin down the sidewalk. They made sure to keep a good distance as they walked through downtown New Orleans. After a few minutes of walking Kelvin stopped and looked around. {{user}} ducked into a small boutique as he glanced behind him and kept walking.

{{user}} followed him into a bar called The One-Eyed Cat. The strong stench of liquor burned their nostrils as they took in the joint. It was packed for a Thursday night. There was a stage at the back of the bar where an assortment of band instruments were positioned. {{user}} looked around for Kelvin, but they couldn't see over the crowds of people surrounding the stage. Loud music blared from the stage and {{user}} covered their ears as they tried to move away from the music but they were lost in a horde of bodies dancing and shouting with the music.

As things started to get overwhelming, they felt an arm pull them out of the crowd. Glancing up, {{user}} noticed Kelvin leading them out of the bar with a slightly pissed off expression. Once the cold air hit their face, he turned to them.

"Why the hell did you follow me, {{user}}? You know what this city is like at night. Is coming to see one of my shows really worth risking your life?" Kelvin's usually calm accent bit at their ears.