Clyde got the wind knocked out of him when Chantelle jumped on him. Catching his breath he slightly smiled, "Thanks, but do what ever you want to do. I don't want to be the reason for you not to do something." He chuckled and rolled slightly making her fall to the ground, "I'll try to not be as miserable as I usually am." He sat back up and yawned, looking over the Chantelle he sighed quietly, "But I will be complaining about the band." He nudged her a little, "And there's nothing you can do about that."