Pub’s story -real fact-
Ten years ago, I was playing with a cover’s band in a pub.
During a song, with a smooth and warm lightning (I barely could seen my guitar), while completly into it, I saw clearly the stage, in an orange hue.
Something was clearly wrong, it wasn’t a light from the technician, so I looked up and saw a man in a hurry, trying to sponge his drink which felt onto a candle. His drink was ignited and the whole pub was looking at him.
Still playing, the band look at me and I looked back with a facies saying :
- yup, that’s my dad
PS : he was drinking a coke.
I guess it was “Thanks for the reblog”, didn’t get the whole text. Thanks to you for the follow. :)
It was thanks for the heart ;) and your blog is full of airplanes so that’s why ;)