Billy squeezed Mark's hand firmly. He wanted to. Oh how he wanted to. But at that hour it would be impossible to get away. Higgins would be home and he'd never be able to convince Casey to take him out then. He suspected that the lack of outside exposure, the lack of events and outings, was to ensure Billy's sound could be as homogenized as possible. Perfectly distilled for maximum profits. Nothing risky or outside the box. A money machine.

He'd give anything to get a taste of what was out on the streets. What other people were creating. Not was was simply approved for him to hear. He wanted something raw and fresh.

"I'll try..." He said, finally. "But I can't make any promises. My boss is a hard ass."