The End of a Gig

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“I got your number from Tyrone. Can you fill in this Friday? I need a drummer just for the first set.”

The scratchy voice on the other end was undeniable. It was Chico. Of course, Tim accepted. Immediately. He’d been feeling feverish and a bit draggy, but this was Wednesday. He’d be fine by Friday.

Tim hung up and stared at the unfamiliar number on his cell and instantly added it to his contacts. He’d…