I was about to retort with something nasty, but Brett called me from the stage.
“Ey, Ken! We’re up!”
I turned back to Nicholas and gave him a scowl. “We are not yet through!” I said in the gravest tone I could manage.
Instead of being offended, threatened, or intimidated, Nicholas gave me a contended smile. In a voice barely hiding his amusement, he said, “Oh, I’m actually counting on that!”
I was scowling as I took my seat in front of the drums.
