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"I would like to introduce my band."

                   He sways and shakes to the beat of the pounding, monotonous bassline, then he
                   continues, turns around, pointing towards Eugene.

                     "On bass, ladies and gentlemen, we have Eugeneeeeee. A around of applause

                   please."
                   The boys start clapping instantly, Eik’s shouting out something inaudible.

                     “And on drums we have the tremendous master of rhythm, Nigeeeel. Wooh,

                   show him some love for his hard job,” says Dan and walks over to Nigel, tapping
                   his snare drum with both hands.

                     "Yes, mate!" yells Janokovic.
                     "Give us a drum solo."

                   Nigel starts making a drumroll, which he eventually breaks down with full force

                   on the crash and kick-drum.
                     Once again, Janokovic and Eik yell and whistle. Matt, who just has returned,

                   walks all the way in front of the band, posing with a bag full of beer cans.

                   He puts the beers down on the pavement, and starts clapping along with the
                   others, then proceeds to dance with a big smirk in front of the band.

                   "Can I offer the band something to drink?" He asks knowing that they proably
                   won’t say no. "Wow, we wouldn’t say no to that, do we, lads?" Dan replies and

                   looks at his orchestra. Matt bends over and picks up a lager from the bag. He then

                   starts opens the beers as well, and handing them over to the rest of the band.
                     "Cheers, boys," says Nigel and Eugine - synchronized.

                     "Cheers," says Matt.

                   Nigel puts his head back and takes a greedy sip of the golden liquid.
                   Matt takes a beer for himself as well, and then nod to the others that they should

                   grab one too.

                   He opens the can walks towards the microphone, and then all of a sudden, shouts
                   at the top of his lungs:

                   "Heeey people, gather ‘round and listen to London's coolest band!"

                   The passers-by shake their heads at them, and a cab driver chooses to shout back
                   at them.

                     "Fuck off from the street. Stop behaving like animals."
                   He fires up the engine of his car up and disappears into the sea of cars and
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