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They’ve got a new fan, apparently.
Which is odd.
New fans don’t come along all that often. The band’s been playing the same venue every month for the last three years; sometimes more than once a month if no new talent made themselves available (or at the very least worthy of accompanying Friday evenings at the bar, poker games and all). By now, everyone knows them; everyone's heard them. Records don’t sell so much these days, no one asks for autographs anymore—
But oh, their seeming insignificance doesn’t seem to stop their shit from being stolen. It’s as strange as it is a pain in the ass. It isn’t like it’s particularly nice gear, but hell, it’s gear all the same, and losing it is a real headache. Money down the drain.
Money’s all anyone’s after, they suppose.
Which makes it even stranger when they find it returned the next day, replaced with newer, nicer equipment. Their guitars, restrung. Their microphones, shiny and un-dented. Their cables, now complete with gold-tipped contact points. Accompanying the bounty, a note:
Gentlemen, I would like to hire you for a private engagement.
Please accept this as a downpayment.
I look forward to hearing from you.