Contacts: AIM: Sanaio
Tetsu ran a hand through his hair, “where are you hyde?” he wondered aloud. He tapped his foot impatient. Part of him hoped that the vocalist had not gotten lost or kidnapped or something, on the other hand… it would make an interesting excuse. He sighed, scratching his head... maybe he was stressing too much, it seemed like the deadline was coming up on him. He shrugged, “ah fuck it…” he walked over and picked the phone to dial Hyde’s number once again.