It looked like they had a potential audition to plan for. Perhaps more than one.

Though Dee was a little less excited about the very visibly drunk man sauntering over to them.

“Did he say Ziggy? As in… no…” Dee reasoned. Jack looked so much like the famous singer that they could have been twins. This man didn’t even come close.

“No, I think he said it with an S. Maybe a C.” Jay whispered back.

“Yes, nice to meet you, Karl… I’m Dee. Also known as The Prophet. And my fiancé, Jay. Also known as the Mystic. Are you also a guitarist?”