Wow! Mexico, I cannot believe it. And it seems everyone here knows me. I didn't know one night as a drummer made you so famous. After the long flight, I was famished, so we headed out for something to eat. "Great, tacos, just what I need. Pollo? What's that?"
"Chi...Pork"
"Thanks guys, you are real mates, I'll have two of those."
"Just looking after our star drummer."
After the meal, we had to head off to the club to get set up. Everyone was really friendly, waving and saying hello. Even the bouncer on the door knew who we were & asked for a photo with me. This fame thing was odd, but you gotta give it back to the fans.
"Thanks dude, and you have a great boat"
"No problems, any time, but I have to run, lots of work to do"
So off we went to set up the gear. This is not as easy as it seems when you are a chicken of restricted growth. But with a little help from the rest of the band, we finished and were ready to go.
We were on first, just the warmup act. The crowd were good, but we were not who they were here to see. After what seemed like a very short time, we finished up & were able to spend the rest of the night profitably employed at the bar. Sammy was good enough to give us a couple of bottles of his tequila for us to enjoy.
The rest of the night just flew by, though exactly what happened I am not sure, but it did seem that my brother was not here. I must continue my search elsewhere...
