Kevin’s cell went off while he was performing his stunt driving in traffic. I held on for dear life as he weaved in and out with reckless disregard. “Okay, I think we’re only a few blocks away, so we’ll stop in,” he said to the person on the other end. He clicked off and continued his hair-raising driving. “I won’t miss this,” I hollered as he barely missed obliterating us. “We’re going to check out a club called Foster’s and Foote, it’s a trendy joint that has given us the stage if we want it,” my partner said as I prayed that I wouldn’t end up in the emergency room. “When is this supposed to take place,” I asked. “Tonight,” Kevin replied. “Damn, when we getting home,” I asked. “Let’s just do this, Scragg, we’re hot now.”
I want to go home.
We arrived at the club and talked with the manager who told us to come in tonight and take the stage as long as we wanted it. “You guys are smoking, so do your thing and we’ll work out the details,” the manager said. “You have a sound system, which is all we need. Just mention his book and CD’s, and we’ll call it even,” my partner said. “That’s even better,” the manager said. “Great, we’ll see you tonight,” Kevin said.
Chase called as we left the club. I could tell he was excited, which meant that something big happened. “WWBA, the rock station up there just got selected songs from the movie soundtrack, so be on the listen for them. They got “Blank Eyes” “You’re Not Gonna Make It” and “Low-End Cadillac” This shit is taking off, Scragg, so work it for what it’s worth,” the blue-blood said. “What about coming home,” I said. “Leave Saturday, I think Kev has something planned for you tomorrow.” “I’m sure he does.” “Your song’s up next, so turn it to the station,” Chase screamed. Kevin turned up the radio and pulled over. He blasted the sound and “Low-End Cadillac” came roaring from the speakers. A hard-rock tune with an extended solo, I forgot how wicked the tune was and I couldn’t help but get into the spirit. “Holy shit, this song fucking rocks,” Kevin exclaimed. After the song played, The DJ praised the song. “Now that’s what I call rock and roll. This guy is floating around town somewhere, so if you hear me, Scragg, give me a call.” Kevin called the station and told him who he was. He handed me the phone and I talked “The Blade” the DJ, who just got done extolling my song. “Scragg Man, how’s it going, buddy,” he said. “Hanging in there, Blade, I called, now what’s the deal?” “How about coming in tomorrow for an interview?” “How about that sounds great,” I replied. “And how about you tell your listeners that we’ll be at Foster’s and Foote tonight.” “We’ll do, but you gotta bring that guitar with you tomorrow.” “You know it, Blade.” “Cool, see you tomorrow, Scragg.”
Man, things are moving fast.
Kevin and I got something to eat at a deli that had the best subs in the world. My cell went off and it was Gloria, who called to congratulate me on the success of “Ain’t It Fine.” I then told her about “Low-End Cadillac” and she laughed. “I can only imagine what that’s about.” “It rocks, and we’ll be at Foster’s and Foote tonight, so stop in if you can.” “I might do that.” “Hey, Gloria,” I said. “Yes, Scragg?” “Thanks.” The feminist lawyer took a moment before responding. “You’re welcome, Scragg Man, and good luck.”
We got back to the hotel and got ready for another night of playing. Kevin got a call and I could hear his voice become animated. “That’s great, and tell them we really appreciate it,” he said before clicking off. “We’re going electric tonight, a punk band called The Spikes, have offered to let us use their equipment,” he said. “Cool.” “Yeah, so we can rock out. A bassist would be nice, but a two-man band can get a lot done,” my partner continued. I laughed and began to go through the playlist in my head. “The owner of the club is friends with the band and they want to hear some rock tonight, so our persistence has paid off again,” Kevin went on.
Persistence does eventually payoff.

