Jack had missed Ned's speech. His suit wasn't to be found anywhere and after around ten minutes of looking he found it scrunched up in the back next to the empty amp cases. Disgusted at how anybody could treat his suit like that he had kicked off at the closest help. Shouting abuse he had clipped the lad around the ear and sent him on his way before finding a quiet corner and slipping into his beloved outfit. It was a plain suit, black with a clean white shirt. He didn't wear ties, constricted his throat too much and reminded him of school. His smart black leather shoes seemed to clip clop on the wooden floor and he looked totally out of place in the shit hole they were playing in. He didn't care though, this was his time to shine and damned if he was going to let the location ruin it. Taking a final spin in the mirror he began to walk back to the stage. He saw Ned walk off the stage as he came around to the rest of the band.

"...But do I wanna know..."

Humming the lyrics to the Arctic Monkeys song he sauntered up to his band mates and slapped a hand on the shoulder of Candy.

"I would love it if we could go one show without you giving all of the male audience an erection when you get up there. How you doing love? I didn't see you before I got changed."