Brooklyn was at the rodere, cleaning out the refridgerator, which to her nose had begun to smell bad, what with all the leftover crap in there from everyone bringing home stuff to eat, instead of actually shopping. She had made a grocery list for Milo, maybe he would have one of the other rats head out to the Wal-Mart Supercenter later on to pick up some fresh food, fruits and vegetables for cooking regular meals. She was about to wipe down the counters near the kitchen sink, when her cell phone began to chime.

Picking it up, she discovered a very excited Nicky on the other end of the line, barely able to contain herself.

"Hey Brooke! Are you sitting down? " (Naturally Brooklyn wasn't, but Nicky went on with her story..) "Ive got great news and I wanted you to be the first one to know...we aren't playing at any stinkin' Murphy's tonight. I had it out with the manager. (Tell me how this is good news Nicky?) "Well, I have a friend of a friend of a friend, who has a little sister who's turning Sweet Sixteen tonight, and their family, the Carlisles, are really well off. Garden District well off, and their band canceled on them at the last minute. I told them about Broken Monday. Guess what? This is really good!" (Silence on the other end of the phone) "They want us to play, TONIGHT. At Club AMPERSAND! Private Party! (Sounds like the phone has been dropped to the floor)

"Brooke? Are you okay? Brooke?" (Sound of crickets chirping) "Oh My God! Club Ampersand is like the peach in a peach pie! Its a really classy club in the French Quarter, that has two levels. A huuuggge dance floor, a courtyard, VIP Lounge and some sitting rooms. I think it even has a bed off the dance floor--but honeycakes we are going to JAM tonight!" (Nicky...are you sure its not going to be a dive? Positively sure?) "Abso-fuckin-lutely! I wouldn't mess with your head, alright. We're on at 10, sound check and set up are in an hour. I would talk longer babe, but I have to call Charity, Hirumi and Ori. -Mwah- Toodles!" (gets dial tone)

Brooklyn stood there completely stunned, and she started shaking. Broken Monday's mettle would be tested by 200 rich 16-18 year olds! Yes! Brookyn pumped her fist in the air, and laughed herself silly all alone in the kitchen. She reminded herself to breathe. That there were some things she needed to do first. She had to prepare for the sound check, and get her ass out of the house in an hour. Time to hit the shower, change clothes, and head out. Tonight was a big night for her band.