Outside the Bar

"Fuckin' death metal." Said the drummer of the Box Elders. "You think they'd grow out of that shit." The bass guitarist adds. The singer shakes his head and takes a drag of his cigarette. "This is why we gotta get out." "Because of death metal?" Olivia questions. "Yeah. You saw it. There's way more people out there for their music." "I saw, but just because it's popular doesn't mean it's good." Olivia says. "Yeah, but popular pays the bills." "So, what are you saying? You want to play like them?" Olivia asks. The singer shakes his head. "Fuck no. We've got too much integrity." "Then what are you saying?" I wonder. The singer shrugs. "I don't know, but we all agreed this is our last tour." There is a moment of silence. "Well, just because this is your last tour, it doesn't mean you can't have fun." I say. "We know that. We're gonna go out on a bang." The drummer shouts. "Yeah, fuck this place. This town is stale." The bass player adds. "We're gonna have so much more fun at River Bank." The singer says and he turns to us. "You should join us." "I don't see why not. We don't have anything planned, but you're not planning on driving are you?" I ask. "No, no worries. We got a cab. We got a cab. He should be here any minuet."