last minute practice

Two days to go. The tickets are more or less all sold.  Everything’s ready to go, except us.  We’re now on version 8 of the set list.  

We’re running through our final number, ‘Rockin’ in the free world’.  I’m sat quietly in a corner just diddling along to the music on my guitar.  They all stop and look at me.  “That’s quite good”  they say.  “Can you do that again?” I can’t as it happens.  

We start again and I fiddle around, more enthusiasm than technique.  If I can get this sorted by Sunday, they say, I will have a guitar solo.  My first, as it happens, in over 50 years of playing guitar.

I’m not a lead player, for any number of reasons.  But mostly because I do not have the pouty, wide-legged stance, nor the leather trousers. 

Just to add to the pressure, I’ve done something to my back, so I may end up playing the gig sitting down.  Not really a good look for a Rock-God .