Tank lets out a breath. “He started playing the wrong f*****g song at the start of our second set.”
I must have zoned out again because it takes me a few seconds to remember Tank is talking about Blaze, the drummer. All the other members of the band had accepted me from the start, but for whatever reason, Blaze had taken a permanent and instant dislike to me.
If I didn’t know better I’d believe Blaze was gay and jealous of me for stealing Tank from him. But he was in the middle of divorcing wife number three. He had five kids from his marriages and at least two others from women he’d had affairs with.
Putting aside my dislike of the drummer, I try to sound positive. “You all managed to get on track again. I’m sure the audience just thought you were doing a bit of improv.”
Tank huffs an
