"För helvete.."

You heard the tired man mumble. Ike was one of your good friends, and one of the best band members. He was the lead singer and guitarist, he books all the venues you perform at, and also wrote all the lyrics to the songs you sang.

He worked a lot for the band, trying his hardest to see progression in it's popularity. It was understandable when he cursed under his breath, even if it was in Swedish, you understood his frustration. Today, only one table looked in the general direction of where you guys were performing, and it wasn't even for a full song.

Ike was never one to actually show frustration, and if he did, he would play it off as a joke or keep it to himself. It never fooled you though, you always made sure he knew that he could talk to you whenever he wanted, but he hasn't taken up the offer yet.

You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard Ike clasp his hands together. You look up to see his usual warm smile after a gig.

"Great job everyone! It's the end of the night, time for everyone to go home. You all did amazing. Luca, practice your timing just a little more, it wasn't noticeable for the crowd, but there's always room for improvement!"

He said cheerfully, but as soon as all eyes were off of him (except for yours) and started packing up their instruments, he sighed and frowned, running his hand through his hair.