Alexander Fisher absolutely loved his job. It was an odd thought to have, given that he was basically the glorified version of a food delivery person. There was no denying the fact that working in the music business had its perks, though, and he couldn't help but feel as though his unique position offered a few more perks than most. Like immortality. He was willing to waste a bit of time every day making sure that his charge at least kept up appearances if it granted him eons of the high life. That he worked for his best friend was just the sweet icing on the cake.
The studio had called the both of them in for a meeting early this morning, along with the rest of their band and crew. When lunch time came and went, and it became clear that the label wasn't going to let them out of the meeting pressuring for a new album any time in the near future, Fisher had slipped away to "go and grab lunch." Really, he just hadn't been able to stand another minute of boring corporate bullshit trying to wrap its grimy claws over their business. Amp had shot him a knowing look as he jotted down their orders but allowed him to escape. There was no reason they should both suffer.
The restaurant was fairly new and far enough on the other side of town that he didn't feel bad taking his time to get there. With any luck they would be finished with their business by the time he got back with "lunch," and they would be able to leave.
He wasn't going to hold his breath or cross his fingers.