Parker continued to watch Petra until she spoke, expecting the negativity that did in fact come from her. He had known her long enough to interpret her body language, and something about this didn't make her happy. When she finally came out with it, After she finished, the light laugh he was so familiar with made the statement seem so much less serious. He looked between the two boys with a raised eyebrow as Petra proceeded into the kitchen for their opinions. [i]He[/i] certainly see it as the train wreck it the guitarist saw it as. "As the opening band to the main act, I doubt too many people will be disappointed. Besides, these sorts of things happen all the time; a microphone-explanation by a stage host about the unavoidable absence of TNC and we're golden." Parker truly believed that he was right, but he also knew he had a knack for being wrong. 

"'A lot' hardly covers it," he responded, referring to their workload to prepare for the show. Feeling the stress build up from all of the things waiting ahead, Parker's hands idly slipped into his pocket to three bottle-free orange pills which he quickly and discretely slipped into his mouth with his next bite of pizza. He wanted to feel all this would turn out alright, but he was never too invested in his intuitions.