LAST EDITED ON 02-24-11 AT 11:07 PM (EST)

Dust kicks up on the road. The sun is setting and the only thing moving is MC’s car fishtailing out of town. She’s on her way to the city.

She stands in the wings. Hmmm, not much to chose from so far. After drinks with Tyler last night it’s pretty unclear what kind of Spring MC will be having back at her place. The recession has caused a bit of discontent in terms of sales in the Antique Shoppe. But, always looking for the silver lining, MC realizes this may leave more time for her hobbies. Ah yes, her hobbies.

MC shakes her head. Still hanging out backstage she watches as some favourites escape, ahem, get cut from Top 24.

MC heads back top the hotel bar and spots the familair sight of long hair, velvet and lace makin' hay at the bar. “Hey Stevie! Grab me a single malt.”

MC and Stevie have a chat.

“MC, baby, not sure how this year is looking”

“I know Lips. It’s been a long winter. What the hell am I going to do?”

“Let’s grab a bottle and head back to the Shoppe. I’ve got some photos for you to go through”

“Hey, can we make it a party?”

“Hell ya. Let’s give Slash a call. You have his number?”

“Hell ya.”