Putting on a Show
Dirk pushed the covers aside and reached for his watch, knocking over several empty beer cans and a drained bottle of Jack.
The clamor made him wince and rub his head as a woman’s groan next to him caught his attention.
“Hello, baby. Guess I put on a show last night, eh?” He smiled to himself at the performance he couldn’t remember. His smile faded when the band’s manager rolled over to face him.
“Dirk, as your manager, I suggest you keep practicing. At least you’re not the drummer. You can’t set or keep a rhythm to save your life.”