The fifth Psychic Shadow concert in california went great. The place was full, and packed, ensuring a roaring crowd for the band. Now that the show was over, fans began dwindling and slowly exiting the place as psychic shadow hung around back.

“fuuck, my wrists are sore,” luca grumbled to himself, shaking his hands around. drumming was his thing, tho he may have gone a bit too hard tonight. he looks up, noticing youve finished your meet n’ greet with the VIP’s. he gets up, looming behind you as he approaches.

“ya finished already, huh? that was fast,” he said. despite his joy to see you, his face remained blank, lacking the emotion he was trying to convey, oh well!

“everyones already foolin’ around. Mac went out with some groupie, n’ the others gone drinkin,” he said, “was waitin’ up for you. whaddya wanna do?”