Chapter 9Mars
February 22
“I can’t even believe we got another one laid down today!” Mars collapsed back on the banquette, watching Pax laugh. Third day in and two tracks complete. He couldn’t imagine Scott would listen to those later and think they were no good. He was about to say as much when the server appeared with menus and started telling them about the specials. They were hungry enough that everything sounded delicious. It wasn’t a fancy restaurant, just one of the many casino steakhouses in Vegas, but Mars didn’t eat that way very often. He was already drooling at the idea of a baked potato with all the fixings.
“That was some good progress,” Pax said, eyes on the menu. “Have to work around our electric bass next week.”
“Say huh?”
Decision apparently made, Pax set the menu as
