Aiden tapped her foot impatiently, out of rhythm to the drum on stage. "Relax, it's a rock concert. Let your inner animal out." The deeper voice to her left was Tyson. "You have to learn to enjoy the simple pleasures of the job, like backstage passes." He nodded his head to the beat.
Aiden ignored him, a trait she had learned her first week on the job. "When is this song over?"
"A couple minutes," Tyson responded, checking his large Rolex. He gently rubbed his stubbled cheek. Tyson always looked that way, like a business man that had just woken up from a three day binge in a bar. Aiden always looked professional and lawyer-like with her pencil skirt suit and her light makeup, which made her dark face stand out even more. Tyson had been staring at her so long that he barely noticed that the concert had ended. The star of the band sauntered in with his skintight pants and snobby yet trashy look on h