I took the last swig from my bottle and chucked it on the passenger seat. Time for one last look in the mirror to picture my face, which tonight would be a blank canvas for some… creative modern art.
I took a quick “before” selfie.
Tonight, I was going to be the full centre of attention. Frank, the club president, had sent out flyers and organised some bookings. A basic cover charge really, just to cover the club expenses. I definitely was not in this for money. All I had to do was show up and, well… let the art happen, I guess.
The carpark was packed, I noted, and cars were still pulling in. Definitely at least double the usual Saturday crowd *and growing*, it seemed. Throbbing basslines rolled out into the night. A few regulars were hanging around smoking and drinking, I gave a simple nod of understanding as I walked by.
Yup, I’ll be your dumpster this evening, nothing to see here.