I pay my money and get past the bouncers, probably the last one in. As I enter the club I look around and see it's a vibey place with a fair split men and women, bit dark and smoky and full.
Looking forward to a few beers and then work the Barry magic on some ass and home and get laid. Nice.
I go to the bar and squeeze in between 2 girls and order a beer. I glance discreetly at the girls and think 'my type, still breathing' and laugh to myself.
A blonde walks onto stage, I assume that she's the bands fucktoy as she's really hot, dressed in a tight t-shirt showing her belly ring, and a short skirt with thigh length boots. Her body is firm and tight and I have a real good look. Lucky bastards.
Guys come on behind her and pick up their instruments. There's no introduction, she just starts to sing which surprises me. I'm not really listening to the words but as the songs continue I'm picking up the message and emotions. She's telling of her anger at being treated like a piece of meat and I can tell she's talking to me and I start to feel ashamed. As it builds the girls either side of me are glaring as if they'd like to cut my dick off and as I glance around the room I can see the other women are the same.
But the music shifts and the words calm us down and let us know we can respect each other and get along. The sort of stuff that would normally make me puke but now sounds good.