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Erik sat on the stage, nursing his head wound when suddenly the towel he was using was ripped from his hand. Evelyn started in on patching him up before he could even say anything. She finished cleaning him up and took a step back. Erik stood up and smiled at her. "Thanks, Evey. And about Ellen..." He looked over at her. "There isn't much we can do at the moment." He could tell that Evelyn was a little strung out from everything that happened in the past twenty minutes. "Some show, huh Evey?" Erik offered his attempt at humor with a disarming smile. He climbed back on stage, shook hands with the new bassist, and sat down at his drumkit. he checked it quicky, deemed it to be in fine shape, and sat patiently, awaiting Anna's instruction.