It was painful to watch. Without a backward glance, Rebekah waddled off the stage with her music stand gripped in a podgy hand and, leaving the stand on the floor beside her husband’s guitar case right in the way of anyone needing to get by, she went and joined Adam at the bar. David was left to contend with his guitar and music stand, and the bar stool. He leaned the guitar against the back wall and carried the stool to the edge of the stage. Using Juan’s mixing desk to steady his descent, he stepped off the stage, grabbed the stool and set it down on the floor. He retrieved his music stand in similar fashion.
Juan, who’d been leaning against the barrel with obvious impatience, moved forward.
‘Are you done?’ he said and barged past David onto the stage. He grabbed his microphone stand,
