we rocked the shit out of it.
I talked more. That was good.
But i threw on a shirt that had not been dried properly. I started to sweat. My body reacted to it and it created a stench I cannot put into words. The whole band was beside themselves with how bad I smelled. I never knew a human could get that bad. After the show I immediately ran to the car and found an old shirt to change into.
After the show we were approached by a national print magazine and they are going to do a feature on us. She even took our set list so she could have the names of the songs to mention. She even took notes.
San Antonio tonight. High pay, low pressure. Ah.
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