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"I don't know guys, this just doesn't feel right…" Stan rubbed the back of his neck, flipping around the business card in his hand.
"W-We're just gonna hear him out and see what he has to say, Stan." Butters strained as he loaded the last speaker up. He let out a grunt as he got it onto the bed of Kenny’s old pick up truck. "It could be really good for Crimson Dawn's growth!"
Last night, they had a shitty little show at some shitty little bar down in Denver. They spent the night in the motel because they had another show in Denver the next night but… A curveball was thrown.
Stan was drunk so he doesn't remember all the details, but after their show, some guy approached them. He said he was a big time manager who liked the show and wanted to give them a chance. He took the business card just to shut the fucker up - the stranger talked Stan's ear off last night.
"But I don't want to be like some kind of fucking sell out.." The lead singer grumbled, glaring at the name on the card.
"I-I do." Jimmy joked… Probably more-half joked. Stan knew that Jimmy was more into the fame and chicks, more than the actual music itself.
Kenny came back from the motel's front office, spinning his car keys around his finger.
"All checked out." Kenny unlocked the drivers side door. "We ready to leave?"
"Just about!" Butters replied, finishing up strapping down some of their equipment so it didn't go flying.
Kenny opened his truck’s door, leaned the driver's side seat forward, before helping Jimmy climb into the back. Jimmy rested his crutches between his legs whenever he got situated. Kenny leaned the chair back again and climbed in. Butters was next, moving the passenger seat to sit in the back with Jimmy.
It took a few tries and a few smacks of the dashboard but Kenny was able to get the truck to start.
Despite the concerning sounds of Kenny’s engine, Stan's back was still to the truck. His eyes were still down on the business card.
"Hey," Kenny rolled down the window to call out to Stan. "Retard. Get in the fucking truck."
"B-But Kenny, I'm a-already here."
Kenny turned around in the driver's seat, narrowing his eyes at Jimmy. Jimmy just smiled back, seemingly very proud of himself.
Stan finally got into the truck, sitting in the passenger's seat. His elbow went on the arm rest, then supported his face with his own fist on his cheek. He gazed out the window solemnly.
"Stop moping - there's nothing set in concrete yet." Kenny said, using the stick gear to put the car in reverse, looking out the back window as he did so.
"Besides, how bad can this Cartman guy really be?"