Softly he said...

[Voice]

[Ahem. Voice clearing. This is an important announcement.]

Brian Slade.

[pause]

Wait, what? That's n--goddam fucking why the hell stupid hair--and I left. Me.  Wanting to possibly see him again isn't in the same league as--shit [sounds of kicking a chair, accidentally knocking over and breaking lamp] Oh, for--who am I even trying to kid?

[sigh]

So, yeah, okay, fair enough.

[Video]

[The camera pans across several shopping bags, including one obviously from a lingerie store, and a few shoe boxes. One of the upside down shoe boxes moves a little and Beast, Curt's cat, pokes his not-entirely-attractive head out for a moment. The camera then points over to the bathroom sink, which is home to a scattered assortment of cosmetics, including an open tube of red lipstick. Finally, it pans up to the mirror, revealing a woman with bleach-blonde hair pointing a Network device at herself. She is wearing a very low-cut top and smirking suggestively.]

Hey there.

So I know there's more important stuff to worry about and I'm looking for a safe place to wait things out, but I can't help but wonder who is and who isn't still a member of my band. I'm pretty much always looking for musicians with experience in rock bands or any interest in rock music whatsoever, since it's hard to get people to stick around around here.

Cat ran off, fyi, but that's nothing unusual and it's probably better at taking care of itself than I am.