May 3, 2012 – Thursday 7 pm – Zolano Street, East Ouigab
As I reached the front of the green room's door, I found something strange. The usually chatty waiting room is loud enough for one to hear from outside the room even though its doors are closed, but this time, it's oddly quiet. Did the performers bail? That couldn't be.
I slowly opened the waiting room's door and peeked inside, cautious of what I might see. What I saw though, are the musicians, 11 or 12 of them belonging to different bands, gathered in the corner of the room, watching something in Ike's laptop.
Ike, Percussive Corrections' drummer is one social butterfly that every musician that plays in my bar like. It is not unusual to see the kid chatting happily with other musicians. What is unusual is that he's surrounded by them like this. I silently entered and saw that Ike's band members, five other college kids, are not participating in the huddle.
