Mike hung up the phone, feeling slightly depressed. The band had, yet again, received another rejection.

Sometimes they would have loads of luck, where it would be easy to get a job. Other times, it seemed they would get in a rut, and couldn’t get a job no matter how hard they tried.

During those down times, he had to keep the band on a strict rehearsing schedule, in the off chance someone would call them and want to hire them. Hopefully, then, their luck would change. Though, sometimes, during times like these, rehearsals seemed so futile.

It always took some convincing; he always had to reassure himself that the bad times would not last, they hardly ever did. He just had to keep in mind that they would get a job soon.

"Come on guys, let’s do 'Shades of Grey.'"

It would probably just take a while.