I’m in a band.
And, without any false ego here, I think we’re pretty damned good.
Everyone who is in a band has some sort of “famous” fantasy – mine goes like this:
We finish our set and get offstage. A woman comes walking over telling me she really likes the music and that we made her night. Then she motions over to her table where she and a few friends are having drinks. She invites me over and I hang out for an hour. Then I go home alone. No phone number or anything.
