"Jesus, they're gone from your band, too?" How many musicians from all over were leaving? It was scary; Rarity left because she said people here were brainwashed. Virgo didn't care, the whole city didn't care. A part of him wanted to ignore this, because look where they all were! Every band was living in luxury. There were fans all over. Nobody got the treatment they were getting.

But then again, look what happened when him and the group he joined went after the ghosts. Marty can still remember what they were all put through. And how by simply bending his wrist the wrong way, a broken bone almost ended his career. They told him that if they messed it up just a little more, they would.

The look Shin gives him makes Marty feel a little better; maybe he knows too? He has to.

He leans in, enough so the guards nearby don't hear. "D'you want them gone? It's kind hard to talk with them breathin' down our necks."