"Hey, isn't that them?" Matt tugged on Rona's sleeve as they walked down the footpath past the window of the venue and towards the doorway. Rona turned around and saw him pointing to a poster in the window.

"Hey, nice poster" she said admiringly. "I wonder who did that."

"Is that them?" Matt asked again, this time pointing specifically to the poster. The poster displayed the band's name and the name of the venue, and the time, over a background of a trio of photographs of young boys.

"Well that's definitely Mal" Rona laughed, pointing to the middle photo. "So I guess the other two are them, too. Cute!"

"How much are tickets tonight, anyway?" Matt asked. He couldn't see that particular piece of information on the poster.

Rona shook her head. "Nothing. Mal put our names on the door."

"Oh." Matt frowned. "I'd kinda like to send some money their way."

"Buy a drink inside. They might be getting a cut."

"I'm driving" Matt pointed out. He inclined his head towards the venue. "Hey, is that music?" he asked.

Rona listened, but shook her head. "They wouldn't have started yet" she said. She pushed the heavy door of the venue open, and she and Matt stepped inside.

There were a couple of people at the box-office, but not enough that you could call it a queue. One of them seemed to be just chatting to the girl who was selling the tickets, rather than actually buying a ticket himself. Out of curiosity, Rona glanced at his wrist to try and see if he'd been stamped by the doorman. Matt was right, it'd be nice to give the band some money via ticket purchases, and she hoped the guy at the box-office was planning on going into the band room to hear the music, and not just here to hang out and hit on the girl.

The person in front of Rona and Matt bought her ticket, and entered the band-room, collecting a stamp on the way. Rona stepped up to the box-office counter.

"Hi" she said, "I think my name might be on the door. Rona McKendrie?"