Drake finally hit the last two chords and hit the stomp box to turn their lights off. He dropped to his knees exhausted rubbing his face,"God I'm sweating like a fucking pig." Drake soon managed to stand himself back up to start tearing back down his equipment. At this point he could care less about getting into a lesbian's pants he was tired and that was that. He put his beloved Amber back into her practically bullet proof case and then started unplugging his gear and loading it back in their van. He then remembered that girl in the crowd then shook his head. He knew he wasn't the only one to see her the other guys were definitely going to try and get laid so chances are she would be back here anyways. He made sure give been a pat on the back after their performance, and congratulate everyone on a job well done. He pulled out another cigarette and quickly let his lungs fill with the poisonous remedy.