"Actually, if you took the place of Eddie Van Halen's son, you probably have a pretty nice place in California or something. I don't keep up with has-beens," Teja said with a smirk, nudging the newcomer with an elbow before patting him on the shoulder and walking back inside. He had to count out his drawer and clock out for the day. "Music management comes with the other territories," Teja said offhandedly as he hopped the bar and started counting the money in the register, easily able to keep track as he continued talking, "the paperwork and finances, knowing the most important laws in every continent that pertain to the band. I was groomed for a little more than security, but I try really fucking hard not to think about it. Charlie - the one that's here now - doesn't mind that I try not to think about that particular future, so I don't. Offdensen set me up here to keep me busy while the band's gone, but to tell you the truth, there's only so much I can do to keep myself from getting rusty in any of it without other musicians around." He wrote down a number from the bills, and started with the coins.
"Actually, we've asked the local hunters and paranormal investigators to have a go at it, and all they ever found were a few cobwebs, and a single non-intelligent looping playback kind of ghost, you know what I mean? But that's only on the inside of the castle. The grounds, on the other hand?" He smirked and shook his head. "My ex's brother still comes by to investigate the shit that he's found outside in the nearby field and forest. Apparently, there's some funky shit that got left over when the demons attacked Dethklok a few years ago. Another version of me died in that battle, apparently. Older me. Same one that eventually went demonic."