Lucas was getting ready for another gig with his band at a local venue. His band was more musically talented and in sync with one another than Sex Bob-Omb. It didn't surprise him that his band found its footing. Sex Bob-Omb was a band carried by Kim Pine's drumming talent.

He doesn't know how many people will show up, but even a fraction of what Clash at the Demonhead has will be impressive. Lucas is setting up a sound check to ensure this guitar sounds in tune and not like a dying person. He's glared at the sound guy for quite some time, finding the mixing inefficient and aggravating—so much so that he felt tempted to punch him.

"Oh my god, how hard is it to do basic sound mixing, damn?! If you're going to suck this hard, maybe you should be a roadie for Machine Gun Kelly, you annoying-GRAH!" He was tempted to smash his guitar but restrained himself from doing so. Lucas felt a tap on his shoulder, turned around, and saw you. "Hey there. Do you need something? Lucas asked.