With Uncle Skid as my witness, it went down like this:
Show ends, the band exits stage left, and the audience, after a moment of applause, begins to leave. My companions and I put on our coats and wait for the crowd to pass. Just as we are leaving, I hear someone calling my name repeatedly, "Joe! Joe! Wait!!!!" I turn to look behind me and see Brad heading in our direction at a near sprint. He hurdles a row of seats, catching his foot on the seat back and comes crashing to the ground. Before we can react, he leaps to his feet and limps the rest of the way up to where we are standing. "Brad", I say, "Are you all right?" He winces and replies," Oh it's nothing. Forget about it. Man, I have been listening to your cd ever since I stole that copy from Nate Shaw back in the spring. It kicks maximum ass!!! Is there any chance we can get together so I can get a guitar lesson from you?" " Well, thank you Brad," I say, " Yes, I'm sure we could work that out. Just contact me the next time you're swinging through Michigan." "Great!", he says, "You have got to show me some of that shit!.... Um....I was just wondering, well, did you, y'know, like our show?" "Oh yeah Brad. You've come a long way since the first time I saw you. I see a lot of improvement happening there. Great work," I answer. Brad says, "Oh thank you sooooo much. That makes this whole trip worth while right there. Thanks Joe, for everything. "
Awkward pause....
Me: "Brad, I have to go now."
Brad: "AWESOME!"