"Oh, you are Eve...Huh, Drake really has nerves, to make his GFs call my number so bluntly," blurted Jet without considering his words much. Complaining was his style of life, either in sober or drunk state of mind. Speaking of being drunk, the last time was three days ago... And there was a kind of an angel... Which rings the bell. "Oh, Eve!" shouted he suddenly realising who he was talking to, "I am sorry, I had an awful memory for names after a few glasses. Sure, I'll find Drake right now! Hang on!"
As he ran around the hotel where they were staying, he found their vocalist near the reception desk. Their equipment was supposed to be shipped before them, so he was signing something regarding insurance and transportation. The guitarist was almost ready to run up to him and give his the cellphone but something stopped him a few steps away. "Listen, Eve... I am really sorry, but could you please keep in secret what I just spilled out? Dragon will eat me alive, if he finds out, after freezing almost too death. Pleeeeease!" begged he tragically before approaching their leader with poker face. "Dragon, it's Eve," announced he seriously as if he was introducing him a president himself calling.
The singer's eyes flashed. He took the phone but instead of talking in the hall he went to the terrace outside leaving Jet with a pile of paper yet to be signed. When no one could hear him, he finally lifted the device. "Good afternoon, Eve," said he in polite and warm voice. Something told him that the day needed such kind of attitude. After all, he wasn't at the stage so there was no need for ice, "I hope you are enjoying it in some kind of beautiful park with birds and flowers around you. It's nice to be a part of such pleasant time." added he a bit jokingly.