Will these two never stop? From the way they look at each other, probably not ... This job ought to have been finished half an hour ago; I am tired and need a beer and a bed ... The set is done ... No sign of leaving the floor ... Damn, they're still applauding.

Then the girl gave him one of those looks again, and it worked as it had done at least half a dozen times before: Sighing, he gripped his sticks once more, established eye contact with the guitarist and the keyboarder and counted "One, two, three ... "