Aiden leaned against Angel, trying to clamp down on the small trembles happening through out his body.

"My band would..." It was tempting to try to suck it up. Make something work for his band. He knew videos and other promotions were coming if they wanted to make it big.

But he remembered running along a beach and bullets ripping through his body as cameras followed him. The war movie had just been the start of the slate of features.

He shook his head. He tried to blink back the tears gathering in his eyes. "They're no better than Mojo. I can't. I'm sorry if you ladies want to, but I can't."