Damn Drake... He always seemed to detect waves of bad mood wafting off of him. Must be a leader skill. He counted Drake as their lead. Lead guitar was after all important. Singing was nice too though. Drake was a nice guy. Ben prided himself on being a good judge of character. Sort of. Again watching skills. He looked at Drake. "Richie Rich? Okay you got me there. " He said laughing. There went the bad mood. He was still ticked but now he could do his thing. "Just my usual pompous self. You know I'm hocking up with some random chick. They can't resist the drums. Though I have to say you are going to have to fight them off. Competition between you and 007 over there." He said joking. He always lived the combo of drums and guitar. It was glorious to say the least.