But, I Can't Sing

The cat leans into you and purrs. You love cats. Ramos walks up behind you and asks.
"Eeyore let you pet him?"
"Yeah, he did." Ramos looks impressed and clears his throat.
"So, I would invite you to tour with us, but... we have no room left in the band."
"That's fine, how about you just perform here more often." He smiles.
"That works."
Looks like you've made some new friends.