My wife is the bands groupie
Wheres Sharon. Mick asked. Does she want some pizza?
Upstairs mate. I said. Go and ask her.
He grabbed a box and threw a few pieces in and took off up the stairs. We all started talking crap and about 10 minutes later Mick came back down. He had a smile like a Cheshire cat and winked at me as he sat down.
We started playing and it was like we had known each other for years. Mick and Ben kept smiling at each other like cats that ate the canary knowing they had something in common the others didn’t. We had played a few songs when Jim came in from using the toilet upstairs and asked Dan for some help in the kitchen. I looked up and saw that Jim had kind of an odd expression on his face. A few moments later they both came back and started playing but Jim, who wasnt a band member, was obviously restless and he hopped up and walked all too casually back upstairs. Mick, Ben and I all looked at each other knowing full well what Jim was going back upstairs to. Dan had a smile on his face as well but he professionally went back to playing.