019 - GIG, PART TWO

 
 

When we left our heroes, they'd just had a run-in
with the Fooksburgh Mafia.

   
Larry Mullen, Jnr.
We've got to find a way to keep the Fooksburgh Mafia from charging $500 a ticket for our show. It's just not right.
   
Bono  
I've got it. When people get their tickets taken at the door, we'll just slip the money back to them.
   
Larry Mullen, Jnr.
Brilliant. In the last five seconds I've only managed to think of sixteen things wrong with that plan.
   
The Edge  
Where are we going to get the cash?
   
ScottPhisto  
I can help you guys out. I've got a few bucks stashed away,
enough to pay for all those tickets.
   
Bono  
Where'd you make that kind of money?
   
ScottPhisto  
Oh, I guess you could say I run a little import/export business.
   
Larry Mullen, Jnr.
What's that supposed to mean?
   
ScottPhisto  
Well, to be more specific, I deal in speculations, futures...
   
The Edge  
Like what?
   
ScottPhisto  
Okay, okay, I make and sell fake casts so that kids can cut in line at Disneyland. Do you want my help or not?
   
Larry Mullen, Jnr.
That just leaves the problem of: How are we going to take tickets if we're on stage?
   
The Edge  
That's simple. We'll just hire a lookalike band to do the show for us. I'll bet we can find them on the Fooksburgh Craig's List.
   
The Edge  
*typing*
"Wanted: U2 lookalike band for pub gig."
   
 
 

TWO DAYS LATER.

   
Bono  
Any repsonses?
   
The Edge  
None! And there's only one day left before the gig!
   
Bono  
Let me try:
   
Bono  
*typing*
"SWF, blonde, 5'9", 110 lbs. seeks U2 lookalike band for pub gig and good times. No strings attached."
   
Bono  
Now check your e-mail.
   
The Edge  
*click*
   
The Edge  

"You have six thousand and twenty-four new messages."
   
 
 

TO BE CONTINUED...

   
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