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"Everybody is here." The sound and light guy told Matt back stage. "So the bill looks like this: The Covenant plays first, then Brave New World, followed by Pull Pushers Paradise, then Hellfire Rage, then Folklore, and then you guys finish up the night."
"So the other sets gotta be what, fifteen, twenty minutes?" Matt looked around backstage, it was filled with musicians and stage crews.
"The first three bands get fifteen minutes, the rest up until you guys get thirty. You guys get two and a half hours."
"Fuck, eh? The party will go until sunrise." Matt laughed. "Well, I'm gonna go get me a beer."
Frank smiled as the girl behind the bar told him about the whole V.I.P. deal, waiting until she caught on. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a pair of fingerless biker gloves and his wallet. He pulled out a twenty and stuffed it in the tip jar and pulled on his gloves. "Don't worry about it," he smiled to her as soon as she realized who she was talking to. "We all fuck up." He sipped his beer and listened to her rave on about how great the sandwhich is. "I shall take your word for it."
As he began to eat the lovely sandwhich, with chicken grilled to perfection, he watched as another woman who worked at the bar had a freak out over him.
"Get comfy, Frankie." Matt sighed as he sat down at the bar. "We will be here for quite a bit." Matt rubbed his clean shaven chin and looked at the woman behind the bar. "Can I get two beers please?" He then looked at Frank. "You want a beer? Make that three beers please."
Frank laughed as he took the finishing bite of his Sandwhich. "Relax, man. Enjoy your time here, it's not every day we get to watch small town bands open for is in California.Take your time, visit the merch booths, buy some thing. Just enjoy yourself man."
"Why do you think I'm ordering myself some beer? I enjoy the music, it's the same music we play. Well, that's a lie. Pill Pushers Paradise and Folklore aren't. Pill Pushers are punk, and Folklore is folk metal." Matt groaned, hitting his head off the oak wood bar.
"If you don't complain, it'll go by faster." Frank shook his head laughing as he looked up at the stage, where Axel was helping the first band to set up their drum set. Frank listened, hearing the sound of Pantera lightly playing over the P.A. system. "This is where I love to be, man. At a bar, at least thirty minutes before show time. It's beautiful."
"While Folklore are playing, we are all warming up." Matt cracked his knuckles. "Dont want you to get up there for almost three hours and completely fuck up your voice. We need those vocal cords of yours to still work after nearly three hours"