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CJ rather hoped the party wasn't canceled. Though he was certain he'd enjoy Savannah in his room all to himself, he was looking forward to live music and the vibe that tended to create in an audience. He didn't question Kaz's ability to create that vibe either, that excitement.
He took a drag off his cigarette and held it loosely between his fingers, the feel of it familiar. CJ let his own gaze wander the tables. Typically he'd choose a table at the front but doing so would fairly well inhibit the ability for conversation to take place. It was just fucking rude to sit at a table directly in front of the stage and then proceed to yammer the entire fucking set. Nothing pissed a performer off more than that shit. It wasn't that he was planning on any deep thoughts by Jack Handy going down between him and Savannah tonight. Not here anyway. But choosing a table further at the back left their options open.
"I've never seen him play live," he answered. But his dad had played Kaz's older stuff from when he was with his band and CJ had been a fan since. "C'mon," he said, sticking his smoke between his lips, picking up his drink, and taking Savannah's hand in his. He led her over to a currently unoccupied table that would hold more than just the two of them if anyone else eventually decided to sit down.