Okay....So we all have seen things from our perspective...that being looking out at the audience from the drum throne.
One slow, rainy, Monday night a jazz gig was happening at a nightclub I worked regularly. Mostly regulars who come in for their Monday night dinner and drink...the obligatory, frustrated waitress and of course, the bartender. The gig was pretty loose -mostly just standards out of The Real Book...nothing that anyone would be expected to leave their cozy homes to come out for...That aside, this particular night, a cute, little blonde girl walked in wearing a short, short miniskirt and sat down at the bar and turned to face the band while she sipped on her drink. Of course, she realizes that she looks good and that we are checking her out...
...Then we start to play a standard that she knew the words to...I forget what it was...needless to say, the jig was up and she was there to let us know she is a singer....maybe we'd ask her to sit in or something...right? Wrong!
So, we get through a couple more tunes. She gets up to go to the restroom -which, unfortunately, was close by the stage. After she exits, she leaves the door open....the most unGodly stench that you can imagine, follows her back to the bar. At that point, all her girlish cuteness was gone.
We immediately took a "brief break" and all went downstairs to the kitchen to smoke pot.
When we came back, she was gone. We never saw her again.
THE END