TWENTY-EIGHTThe concert at the Majestic was the real deal, but it wasn’t the big one, not yet. The big one took more months, and it took money, but money seemed to have stopped being a problem. The CD had taken off, the YouTube channel was buzzing, John was in the newspapers and all over the internet and on the sides of VIA busses, and he had to stop playing Mag’s Bar and the Staghorn, because everywhere he went was crowded so far beyond capacity that the fire marshal made an appearance.
The big one was a slow build-up that started even before the hype exploded, back when it was still a gamble that had the potential to ruin Bert Gallegos and everyone who had agreed to back it, if things didn’t pan out as planned.
The big one, as Nacho had promised that night in the bar over a pitcher of
