I’m behind the bar, late show, rap show, last guy for the night on stage. He’s good, unfortunately,
There’s about five people in the bar.
I start cleaning behind the bar, do what I can. Looks like I’m low on long straws, might as well go in the back, get some.
As I’m walking towards the back, I notice the DJ for the opening act is on stage, bobbing his head up and down. He looks like he’s really into the music. But on closer inspection,
He’s tearing down his equipment.
He’s unplugging cords, wrapping cords, putting records away. All the while,
He’s bobbing his head to the music.
And I know what he’s thinking.
I can’t be behind this guy tearing down while he’s rapping his heart out. But you know, I don’t really want to stick around either. I’m done for the night, I’d like to get the fuck out of here, I DIDN’T MAKE ANY MONEY NOBODY SHOWED UP WHY CANT I TEAR DOWN MY EQUIPMENT WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY ABOUT IT!?!?!?!
I got it!
I’ll just bob my head while I’m tearing my shit down, then everything will be cool. The audience will be thinking wow the DJ’s really into the music instead of
Wow that DJ’s a dick he’s tearing down his gear in the middle of that guy’s set.