"Help out?" Kaz was afraid of that. He wasn't exactly the "helping-out" type. Yeah, after the storm he'd done what he could, but that was an emergency. Who wouldn't help in an emergency like that, especially when you were in the big middle of it all? But yeah, beyond that, he was perfecly content to stay in his room with his guitar except when he needed food and drink. And even that was in short supply. He'd almost finished off what was left of his mini-bar. "I don't know anything about keeping time. Hell, I'm always late even when I have clocks. But a concert might not be a bad idea. I'll think about it," he said, forgetting about it almost as soon as he said it. A concert at a time like this? Not too likely.