waiting for the ATM at the bar across from the tattoo parlor

"you guys aren't getting it, (smashing cigarette into table for emphasis) we'd be on stage playing with this giant white screen projected on us"

"we'd be completely white washed"

the girl i think is the drummer says:

wouldn't we be blinded by the projector?

"god, that's the whole point. don't you see what we're going for here? we'd be blinded by the whiteness"

just like always, no one gets it.

"my friend says he can do all these rad 80's transitions that will be all over us and the stage."

i finally get my 60 dollars, grab my receipt and exit the bar.

last thing i heard was:

"we need this to take us to the next level"