It only takes one...

ferslIt only takes one...

Current mood:weird

Was having a pretty good night last night...kinda slow, but everyone that was there for the most part was there for me so I was feeling the love.

Miss Audrey on stage singing Def Leppard, me singing backup and trouble brewing on the horizon.

THE FAUX PAS: Customer bum rushes the stage and ATTEMPTS to grab my mic. I grab his wrist with one hand and mute the channel with the other, and ask him to go away. He resists, but is guided off the stage by me without incident.

I'll give a guy a pass on that...no hard feelings.

THE CONFRONTATION: He returns...during the song while I am still singing/working...and says "Hey man, when they had the fund raiser for you I donated and youre gonna treat me like that?"

I said "Thanks for your help, but your donation did not buy you a license to be an asshole".

He said "I'm not being an asshole". But I pointed out he bum rushed my stage earlier and he is now confronting me while I am attempting to sing with a customer...stopping me from working, so I again asked him to leave the stage. He fires back that I suck, and that he is a better backup singer than I ever will be. Again, I direct him off the stage. He had a few choice words and symbolic hand gestures for me. So I wait until Audrey finishes the song, then address the situation on the mic.

THE RESOLUTION: I announce on mic that I can be the nicest guy in the world but not to f with me without expecting repurcussions. Got the obligitory F you from my new friend, so on mic, sans music, I asked for Crystal, Russ and Pacey to have this person removed from the bar. I then went about my business when I saw them and a few concerned patrons head to this guys table.

THE INTERESTING TWIST: Guy at the bar asks me to reconsider my directive as asshole is a friend of his and he says he can keep him under control. I asked him where he was when he went out of control before and told him I would leave it up to the bartender...that I already did my job to keep the show on course. If they can control him I am cool with it...all I ask is to not be abused further. Crystal approches me onstage and has a sympathetic feeling for this guy because I guess they all know him in some way. So I ask who he is...I mean I am not above giving a pass for a friend of a friend. She tells me he is in one of the bands that play there on Sundays (Donny from Septic something or other...). Well this just tweaks my nips on a whole 'nuther level as he is a pro himself. So I go down to give him some perspective.

THE SECOND CONFRONTATION: I say to him, "hey man, I hear you are in a band. Suppose I come to your show and bum rush the stage and take your mic away, start screaming into and and when you try to take it back, I say f you, I am a better singer than you will ever be?" He acted like it would be no problem, which I scoffed at, but then he said he would probably tell me to f off or something. So I gave him the look and asked how HE would deal with it. He flexed his arm and made a muscle an told me to deal with that. He then invited me several times into the parking lot. I pointed to my crotch and told him he could deal with that..then walked away.

I suppose it would have made him happy with himself to clock a guy in recovery from a broken neck and with a slightly crippled arm (cant really throw a good right with the nerve damage...). I really felt a swing coming so I was getting geared up to duck then return volley quickly if I had to , but there were plenty of people standing near who had my back so walking away was the smart thing to do. When that adrenaline and testosterone start going though, you get those caveman thoughts. It is the evolved thing to be able to supress them. Score Evolved 1, assholes nothing.

THE RESOLUTION I went back and said, "look...you were wrong...your friends know it and as a pro you should know better...all I am looking for is an apology." He said he had an apology in the parking lot. Then he said he would apologize on one condition...that I come to one of his shows on Sunday night. I said that I worked on Sundays, so he said, "well then f*** you."

Cant argue with that logic. So, I again asked for him to be removed and he was. Kept right on going with out missing a beat, but I took some good natured ribbing about being a troublemaker on a Wednesday night.

And, how was your night?