At the Show Score: 0 Moves: 1
At the Show
You're in a dark, poorly lit and packed club. Everyone's staring at the band as
they go about tuning and shifting their instruments. The guy next to you has a
mohawk that flops over to the side, as if the heat had wilted it. In contrast,
the skinhead in front of you is reacting to the heat like a Mexican jumping
bean, the muscles of his back tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing.