The lights dimmed. A lone spotlight lit the stage and inside the darkness, the room stood still. I heard the pin drop.
Behind me, the drummer tapped his sticks: one-two-three. The deep bluesy riff acknowledging the opening refrain of our signature song. A popular anthem from our receding past filled the room. The crowd roared.
"Ow!"
I'd sat on the pin.
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