“From the top.”
There was a groan from the rest of the band. The percussion
section all glared at me meaningfully, so I took a deep breath and spoke up.
“Boss, we’ve been rehearsing this set for two months now,
and we’re coming onto… What, eighteen hours straight. The gig’s tomorrow, no,
sorry, tonight, and we kinda need to get some sleep before we, you know,
perform?”
He didn’t look impressed.
“We’re not leaving until I’m satisfied, even if we stay on
this rooftop straight through till showtime, understand?”
So, with no other options, I threw him from the top.
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