"Huzzah," he said, sounding pleased. Or at least pleased for Emily. Fuck. He gave up on looking through the instruments. He was just in too much pain to keep bending over like that. Instead, he found a chair and carefully eased into it, holding a hand over the stitched wound like it would help it heal. "I know. This is... a blessing really. And I shouldn't turn my back on it. But music's never really been my passion. Not like Brodie or Muse. It just feels wrong to burden them with that, like I'm going to hold them back."
Of course, Aileen could always just fire him if that happened. That was part of being a back-up band. They changed constantly. He didn't really have anything else to fall back on though. Jamie smiled distantly, "Maybe I could be a football commentator or something." He refrained from making a self-depreciating 'face for radio' joke.