Parker smiled as he took a seat on the floor in front of the chair that was stolen by his favorite four-legged companion, the excitement still painted on his face. "You're damn right they'll remember us," he said, smiling toward his best friend. "I pride myself on being hard to forget." He grabbed another piece of pizza with a chuckle, leaning back against the chair, stretching his long legs on the floor under the coffee table. The thought did hang on him, though, tainting his excitement slightly; much was to be done in a matter of two days. Staring forward, he began to think out loud toward the group. "Matt's right, we need to get on this. Division of labor. Matt, please do check about getting the studio tomorrow night. Søren, you should probably copy the EPs, as our favorite little promoter... unless you'd rather do it, Petra," he nodded in her direction, taking his eyes off the table for a fraction of a second to look her way, then returning them. "Whichever of you does not should help me with creating the set list and fixing the trailer's broken straps; I think it has a flat, as well..." He took a deep breath and sighed it out, trying to relax the load he suddenly felt atop their collective shoulders. "This will be big for us in a big way..."
Eyes still placed on the spot on the coffee table as he listed the effort that needed to be done in a single day without fail, he became a bit unnerved. If the gig were to go right, tomorrow needed to go perfectly. He finished his pizza and handed his crust back to Crocell, forgetting to ask Petra if it was okay as he closed his eyes tight with his other hand on his face - as he always did when he was trying to focus - and began mentally organizing a set list.
The next day was more of a daze to Parker, as he had to struggle to keep his mind in Friday and out of Saturday before it came. Once he managed to do that, though, he could do nothing but panic; the day really did have to go off without a hitch to make sure tomorrow did as well. Tomorrow was all too important.
Parker's alarm had blared him into reality at 7:00 AM Friday morning, ripping him from a dream about the concert. He imaged the entire gang would have had similar dreams that night considering the weight of the event. "Weight" really was the perfect word for it, as the gig tomorrow had a heavy presence that was there since Matt had hit "send". This was the biggest gig Parker had been apart of, and he assumed the rest of them held that same track record. When noon rolled around, Parker figured it was safe to assume Petra was awake and called her before heading off to pick her up on their way to the studio and the trailer, which Parker kept in a spot behind the studio with permission from the owner. Once he and Petra arrived to fix the trailer, Parker saw he was right about the tire being flat and decided it'd be best to start there. It was tedious work fixing broken straps and the tire, taking several hours out of the day. Parker found it nice spending time with Petra alone, as well, although uncomfortable at times; they hadn't been alone much in awhile.
After all the daylight had been burned out, Parker suggested they go back to see if Søren was home so he could help them with the set list, and Parker would cook them something to eat. He was determined to make them something really good before their big show, and so he invited Matt over as well through text, not knowing if he'd be too busy to show up or not. Although they didn't have much to eat in the house they had enough for homemade lasagna, which Parker thoroughly enjoyed making anyway.