Lex walked slowly through the city. This wouldn't work. How was he supposed to find a band? And a decent band at that? The rest of the mallrats gave him the job of finding the band, partly because it was his idea to have a party in the first place, and also because otherwise he would just be sitting around pestering people. "And tell me why you're here again?" He asked KC, who was walking along happily beside him. "The others thought it would be good to get me out for a bit." He replied. "So pretty much they wanted you out of their hair." Lex groaned. He should have known. The job would be tough, and even worse with a little kid tagging along, but Lex wanted to do this right. He wanted to show the others that he wasn't just a worthless drunk, those days were far behind him. "Do you think we should put up posters or something?" Asked KC, breaking Lex's thoughts. "Nah, you know what Ebony thinks of posters. remember those ones for the rat races?" "Oh yeah. or maybe we could-" "KC just be quiet for a bit, I have a headache." This was pretty much true; they had been walking for two hours now and still nothing. Lex was starting to think they would never find a band, and he would have pay KC to get up there and sing a song or something. "But Lex, I-" "KC!" KC just sighed and folded the flyer he had found on the ground and put it in his pocket. It depicted two girls holding instruments, a guitar and bass, and the third at a drum set, the fourth standing in front with a microphone. They looked pretty much like a band to KC. At the top it said, 'TRY LOUDER! A professional band, able to do special events, parties, etc. If you are interested, contact us at the Midnight Club in sector 4." KC would show this to Lex once he was in a better mood.