He is done with his work shift at the music store. It was a long 8 hour day for him. Still kicking a bit of a cold, he’s standing fairly strong. On the back of his mind is the fact that he gets out of work at 6 pm and his gig starts at 6:30 pm. That gig is done around 9:00 pm and his next jazz gig starts at 9:30 and lasts until 12 am. ‘It’s going to be a long day’ he thinks. Little does he know how long it will be.
He arrives at his rehearsal space to load his equipment into his car. He pops his trunk, steps out of his vehicle, and then it hits him.
“I don’t have my studio keys!”
He panics and looks around his car, which is a total disaster already. Even if they are in there he probably wouldn’t find them.
He bolts over to the drum shop and sees a drummer that has another room in the same building, attempting somehow to get into his own room but failing. The clock is ticking at this point and he’s freaking out and makes a few phone calls. He tracks down a set of keys from another musician he shares the room with and drives across town to get them.
By the time he shows up at the gig it’s 6:45. In a mad dash to get setup and park, the band doesn’t start until 7.
Fortunately, he doesn’t crumble under the pressure of the day, and the band kicks ass. The crowd goes nuts and the Salsa band plays effortlessly. Good times had by all.
Unfortunately, due to the late start time, he doesn’t make it to the Jazz Club (only two blocks away!) until 9:20 pm.
That band starts around 9:45 and plays until 12:15 am after one break.
And as usual, Grappolos is filled with gorgeous ladies dancing to their latin jazz all night long, which helps the night fly past him rather quickly.
He walks into his house around 1 am and instantly falls to sleep, sleeping deeper than he’s slept in months.
