Rebel’s Ultimatum was a really awesome band, and they’d earned every inch of their fame. As I shimmied my ass to their hard-rocking rhythm, I took note of Monty, practically f*****g his bass guitar while his fingers flew over the strings.
I remembered reading online that Geddy Lee from the band Rush was Monty’s idol. He certainly seemed to emulate the man with his technique, at least. Sweat poured down my body and I caught Monty’s eye, the two of us seeming to be in sync with the ebb and flow of each tune he played.
By the time the set was over, I was soaked. I made my way to the back of the club and changed into a dark green fitted shirt in the employee area. That done, I returned to the bar and got my meal from Sandy, who’d been keeping it warm.
“Thanks, love,” I said as I made quick
