Rapid fire guitars split the dark.
Explosions and smoke got us to our feet. The stage lights rose and
the band appeared. We all cheered and stomped our feet. The music
began and it all went wrong. If they had done a sound check someone
should be fired. The mix was way off. The lead singers mic didn't
work at all and the backup singer's drowned out the instruments.
We gave it one song. The band froze
wondering what to do. Nobody from the club made any motion to help.
They started on their next tune and it was still all wrong. We rushed
the stage, beat them to a pulp then smashed their instruments and
amps. The bouncers came running but we outnumbered them and they were
soon down and out.
Then Billy screamed something about an
open bar. Unfortunately those of us still on stage were too far away
and the bottles and even the kegs were all gone before we could beat
our way over there. The sirens came and everyone ran for the doors.
Billy, Joey and I sat down at a table and watched as the people tried
to escape and the cops tried to get in.
In the end it's just us three and about
fifty cops left in the club. They asked us questions. We told them
what happened, excluding our participation. They told us we could go.
Outside the cops had everybody zip-tied. We waved goodbye to another
Saturday night at Saliva's.
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