The morning saw Jp at the beach, talking or...fighting rather with the Manager who seemed to have his own terms and conditions.
Rudra had accompanied her and was talking to two people from another band who were also from south India.
Walking away from the manager, Jp sighed, briefly greeting the other people before looking at Rudra.
"They don't have some shitty cable? This is such a shit venue dude" she said angrily," where do I get this cable from?"
"Oh which cable... Maybe we can help?" The other men asked.
Nodding, she handed a piece of paper over to them," I can't be assed to remember the name so he wrote it down" she said, crossing her arms as they looked at it.
"Okay...yeah we have an extra...you can have it" the man nodded with a smile.
"Okay...cool thank you! coordinate that with Rudra then. He knows this shit" she chuckled.
"Okay... What's with the uh..face?" He asked pointing at the bruise.
