Quickly sitting up in his chair as though snapping to attention, Julian's face adopted a curious look.
"Something on my mind? Oh," he gave a light chuckle, as though waving away whatever worry might have been on his mind. "I'm just trying to make sure everything is in line for an up coming show at the club. Sorry if I seem a little distracted." His wife was a secret he'd rather keep to himself, unless it was absolutely necessary that such a thing needed to be revealed. Or if she showed up out of the blue, and that would happen when pigs flew. They could barely stand to be in the same room together.
And who's fault is that, do you think?
Would you kindly BE QUIET? Julian put a hand to his face, sinking back into a slouch. Shit, now I'm talking to myself...