The gig is going well. The band is unbelievably in a groove and in the back of the club can be seen a record company scout.
The singer thinks: Yes, this is my big break. I'm going to be rich and can support my designer drug habit.
The guitar player thinks: Yes, we're going to make it. The girls will all love me and I can finally get that '59 Les Paul.
The drummer thinks: Yes, This is it, I can finally buy all the gear I want.
The bass player thinks: 1--1--5--1--4--5--1--5--1