Carson was backstage, tweaking with his guitar and chilling on a couch, when a doberman opened his door.

Doberman: "You're on in 5."

They closed the door again, Carson letting out a sigh, before leaving his room, guitar in hand. He walked up to the stage with his bandmates, CJ, a Burmese white tiger, and Jackie, a sphynx cat. Carson plugged his guitar into the speakers, and strummed a few lines to test it out. after a few, CJ started them off with the cymbals, and Jackie held the microphone stand.

After their performance, Carson sat down at the bar, slumping on the table and slamming a bill on the polished, wooden surface.

"Gimme a drink. Anything's fine."

The bartender nodded, his hands working quickly, before setting down a cup, Carson grabbing it quickly and downing the bottle, letting out a big sigh.