It was early Sunday morning. When I say early, I mean by musician’s standards. The gig starts at 11am. When thinking of Sunday morning, you must also consider Saturday night…which more often than not turns into Sunday morning for these guys. Sometimes things can get a little tense here at Café Bambino.
“Listen man, I’m sick of you bitching about Maiden Voyage. I like that tune and I want to play it. By the way…you smell like beer and you look like crap. Why don’t you do your hair for me the way you used to??”
“Oh man…here we go again. Every week it’s something else. It’s amazing they haven’t killed each other yet.”
“Yeah. Last week when you were on vacation they got into it about who was going to get the last spinach and feta croissant. Kevin whipped out the bow and started beating the crap out of Brandon. I had to throw iced coffee on the both of them just to break it up.”
“No man! If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times…I freaking hate that tune and I’m not playing it. Don’t make me tell you again or so help me…”
“Okay, okay just relax. Since we only have two more weeks together before you leave again, I’ll pretend that you’re still in charge, even though last week you clearly relinquished all the responsibility for this gig over to me. We can play whatever tunes you want. Okay Mr. Cranky Pants!”
“Thank you Kevin…that’s very kind of you.”
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