“Just the man I’ve been looking for,” Casey pats you on the back with his signature smug look.

He puts his axe in its case and walks you backstage, “hope you liked the show,” he winks, “or was it just me that you were watching?”

Casey laughs at your flustered reaction, but doesn’t tease you further. “Look, I’ve got to talk to Jimmy real quick,” he says, pulling out his phone, “but I’ll meet you in the van soon, alright?”