I had my stash in my sock, ready to go when things got really bad, all thanks to the Word and their fat pockets. Someone had to pay for this crime, this absurdity, and this injustice. It seemed like the band was doing a sound and effects check. This should have all been done long before now, I thought as another drink slid down my throat. The narcotics racing through my system weren't helping my patience either.
Bloody feedback is the worst way to kill an expecting crowd.
That was a sign that these people were wasting my time. Three days into this supposed 'music scene' and I actually knew what I was talking about. Time to sneak a little more. Quick bathroom break later and the band was finally ready. The stage had grown dark, little lights flashed here and there while the band waited for the crowd to settle back down.