A very quiet Saturday night. They happen sometimes.
There is a three-piece band playing, $2000 fee and nobody to hear it. A handful may drift in later on. The night won't cover bar wages. Never mind the band fee.
The band leader asks do they really have to persist with this charade?
......Only if they want to collect the fee.
He absorbs this, isn't happy, but grudgingly will keep playing.
Their music is on the "heavy" side of "pub rock". Probably a bit too heavy for this town, it'd only work if the pub was already crowded.
The two guitarists are wearing transmitter packs, to avoid being tangled in wires. These packs are on their back, transmitting to the amplifiers. This means they don't have to stand on the one spot.
So: In joker mode, being as they've argued with me about continuing to play, and there are no customers, they walk all around the bar all the while playing, the sound continues to blare from the stage.
This takes some getting used to, as all one's conditioning is that music eminates from the point where it is played. One's trained instincts are suddenly wrong, this is difficult to cope with.
Being a Saturday night the street is deviod of traffic. There is barely a car going down the street every half hour or so.
I suggest we move into the street, for a change of scenery.
The drummer has to remain at his post, but the guitarists, the barmaid & I move accross the street to the median strip.
The band keeps playing, which is quite surreal. There is only a slight plinking noise from the guitars in the street, and the music continues to blare from the amplifiers in the pub.
All four of us dance (well, shake a little) to the music, then drift back inside.
Several more times over the next few hours we repeat the exercise. The guitarists find it great fun, & stand in a lane of traffic each & play, like wild men of rock or something!
(There is no traffic, being a Saturday night)