Nick chuckled. "Best front man ever," he said. "I knew we picked you for something more than your pretty face." And he gave Deacon the kind of look that would be familiar from the girls in the front row at their gigs.
"Speaking of which," he said, with a grin. "Remember Shirley - that big trannie who was at the Chippendales night? She - er - he's booking's manager for the Pink Parakeet and wonders if we'd be interested in playing there for one of their theme nights." He raised his eyebrows. "It would be wild."