Chapter 7
At 8:00 we organize the booth and stock the shelves for tomorrow’s crew. I grab the cashbox; it’s a lot heavier than it was this morning. Reese pulls down the sides of the tent, and we call it a night. The moon is high and almost full by the time we’re on the road.
Reese pulls the van in the last parking spot available behind Magic Beans. I’m sure it would be gone too if it weren’t for the “reserved” sign and the orange cones in the way. Every spot is taken, and cars are crammed in as many non-spaces as possible. Thumping music radiates through the van. After the fist fight at lunch, I completely forgot about the show.
I’m in awe of how the lighting, music, and a packed crowd transforms Magic Beans from a whimsical coffee shop to an eccentric night club. Cyrus is on stage play
