Crowdsourcing #3

With the baritone of a middle-aged nightclub bouncer and the cadence of a beat poet you took to the stage and showered the restless throngs of those on the floor in the jazz inspired chimera that is your music. As one song finished you spotted something in the crowd and muttered “Oh, fuck this” into the microphone before putting down your guitar and jumping over arms and legs on your way to the commotion. The crowd swelled, I heard you yell–your voice breaking. Then as if only off taking a drink of water you returned to the stage, donned your guitar and casually told us “This next song’s about reptiles.”