The alley was empty. Soon it would be full of delivery trucks and people preparing for the day.
Del half noticed that the lamps were dark and the street light. It was the other way around when he was heading home to change after the gig.
He hated his work and was always tired.
As the newbies they played their three sets after the popular bands had played theirs. Made for late nights and small audiences.
He played through a tough line in his mind, wishing he had time to practice.
“You’re late,” Bob said as he opened the door.
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