"Nothing better than getting to the venue early, huh?" He smiled to his band mates.
"The only problem is, the opening bands are locals, and not from the rest of the tour. I enjoy playing with our friends." Axel sighed, taking the last sip of the beer he had opened while on the road.
"Just be happy we made it this far, dude " Frank scratched his bearded chin. "I could cancel the show and send us back home if you want."
"Just unload the shit, would you?" Matt called as he rolled a rack of six guitars down the ramp at the back of the bus. Frank and Axel walked over to the ramp where there were carts with amplifiers stacked on top of them. Frank pulled one of the carts down the ramp and into the backstage area of the bar. He could hear how bumbling and busy it was even hours before the show. After all the gear and instruments were unloaded Frank walked around to the front of the bar and walked in the front door. The first thing he noticed was the large Blackout poster on the door. He smiled to himself and walked over to the bar. It seems that nobody had noticed him just yet. He sat down at the bar and ran his hands through his hair.
"I'll take a pitcher of beer, please. Something crisp, and tangy. Also, do you happen to sell chicken sandwhiches here? I've been to a lot of different bars, and they have sold multiple different foods and drinks."