The show was the best they had ever done. Drake seemed to be in a music berserk and he wasn't going to get in the way of that. As the gig drew on the music slowed towards the middle before livening up and going mental at the end. It wasn't the longest set they had done however they were only doing their own work and not covering as they had done in the past. The lighting seemed to make it seem almost unearthly, Drake really had done a work of art with them and his pedals were being worn down. As the final song drew to a close, Jack did as he always did and left slightly early to allow his bandmates the final cheers. It was their moment as well and he loved them reveling in it. The crowd had been amazing and Jack had sweat pouring from him, this was the time to put away the sit. After about 10 minutes he had dragged himself out of it and was in the usual blue skinny jeans, a cotton shirt (top button done up) and a pair of black converses. As he found himself back stage again he crashed onto the sofa waiting for Drake to finish. He would catch up before heading out. However as he was thinking he was cut off as one of the blonde bimbo's ran over, mounted him and stuck her tongue down his throat. Despite the initial shock he didn't turn down the opotunity and was only stopped when their manager coughed loudly. He pulled out and grinned at the man standing over them.

"I need to talk to you and the others when your all ready."