Rune stared at the other before he growled. Storming over to the phone, he yanked it up, instantly dialing the doctor with quite the bit of impatience. "Good-for-nothing. Tomorr--" Glancing to Calder, he sighed. "The day after tomorrow ... Be ready for a visit. And media. Mainly the visit." With that, he hung up and called another person, pacing around the room, and penthouse, while he did so. "Yea. Tour's cancelled. Give people their money back. I'll make a fucking sex tape and sell it if you're bummed about profits. Just... Shove it. In ten years I'll do another one. Maybe fifteen years. Either way. You'll get your fucking shit. My life is complicated and I will NOT be performing. buh-bye now." With that, the phone was clicked off and he made his way back into the bedroom.
"We'll leave tomorrow for Australia. Relic and Tanner can go home. You, me, the babies, and Hamlet are going to Australia. oh wait... Hamlet can leave now..."