“Hi Dave, I'm Alex, what do you think of the band?” “Well they're fantastic!” He paused for a couple of
seconds, and then continued. “But that could be because I'm their manager,” he said and smiled.
“Oh, cool! Maybe you could get me a backstage pass then?” I said with a twinkle in my eye.
“Maybe.” he replied with a smile.
We enjoyed the rest of the gig standing there, the music was very loud so we talked in between songs. He told me about how he became their manager, a part time gig apparently, until they would hopefully make it big. Then I told him briefly about my work. He listened curiously and seemed interested.
When they had played their last song Dave asked if I'd like to meet the band, I happily said yes. He offered me a drink first so we went to the bar. Chris came along looking smug.
“Hello there, I'm Chris, Alex’s friend.” “Hello,” Dave replied.
They shook hands like proper men, a hard firm handshake with good eye contact, Chris, to show that I was under some sort of protection in case the guy was trying something funny and Dave looked like he was trying to scare off the competition, even though Chris wasn't competition.
“I’m Dave, the bands manager.” “Oh, well the band was great!”
Chris looked at me and waved his mobile at me. “Got a number!”
Dave looked perplexed.
“Well done, let’s hope you don't break her heart this time.”
“Me??! I'm a gentleman,” Chris said as if offended in a