The double bass is snoozing on it's side on the Sargent and the drum kit is twinkling; thectiadues have already tested the guitar. A black towel lies folded on a speaker, waiting to absorb star's perspiration. A tall man has just settled in front of me. Hands grasp flimsy plastic glasses of scummy beer- rows and rows of them.
We are waiting...
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