[I was kinda thrown by the Thursday/Saturday thing and I had some attempted murder jokes ready. TODAY. ]

The cell phone telephone rings with the tune "Luck be a Lady Tonight":

"Blake Madison"

"Blake, its me Mad Lemon. Where the hell are you? Norchez just tried to kill your client. What kind of a bodyguard are you" I said sourly.

"But I thought she was playing Saturday", he said bleakly.

"She is! Saturday with her band. Tonight 'unplugged'. and she almost got plugged right between her baby blues. Look buddy! I gotta go to Kansas City, so I had to have some action tonight! But you make sure that you're here on Saturday. You can't rely on ole Dislexic Nomel Madison for ever."

"Thanks Mad Lemon. I owe you one!"

"Yeah little brother, I'll put it on your tab."

[Timeline resolved, take it away Amos.]