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Now it was his turn to avoid my gaze.
Glommy was asking Rick: "Did he say free Snapple? Where?"
And then it was show-time.

The "crowd of thousands" never appeared - much less any media coverage. During the "high" point of our concert, there were perhaps thirty meandering pedestrians who miraculously paused simultaneously to listen to us. At that moment, however, we were interrupted by a theatre troupe who stomped by in an amateur production of "Tina & Tony's Wedding". Tony, (the groom) requested rather rudely that we stop playing until they passed, by which time our audience' dispersed.

"I GIVE THAT MARRIAGE A WEEK!" I shouted after the wedding party. I turned to my band. "Alright, let's pack it up."
My first inclination was to give Danny holy hell for booking this mess, but he looked so crestfallen, I just couldn't. Besides, he was my baby brother.
We loaded the van, too weary to register disappointment.
Back on the road, as everyone else mumbled various comments, I could not contain a battle cry: "WINE! I WANT SOME WINE AND I WANT IT RIGHT NOW!"
There were no arguments. We found a liquor store and purchased several bottles of vino. Cruising around, we passed the bottle and bellowed Bruce Springsteen songs out the windows - our special tribute to New Jersey. The town remained desolate, with the exception of our mobile serenade. Wildwood was truly the end of the world. I couldn't imagine that this had ever been a happening place, much less inspiring enough to write a song about.
Well after sunset, we had some difficulty locating The Mayflower. When we finally pulled up, Amelia was standing on the front porch - an ancient vision gazing anxiously into the night.

I approached, lurching slightly, "Hey...aaah...uuhhh...AMELIA!" (It took me a moment to remember her name - almost said: Hey, Lady! a la Jerry Lewis. That would've been real cute.)
"I waited," she was agitated. "I lock up at 11:30, ya know."
"Oh. Well, what time is it?"
"Eleven forty-one."
"Right. Sorry. But, aaahhh.we're kinda wide awake. Can we hang out in your backyard for awhile?"
She was frowning, thinking about it.
"Just for a little while?" I rewarded her with my most engaging grimace.
"Well, alright. But not too late, now. I got elderly people stayin' here, ya know."
"Okaygreat"
"You can't be noisy, ya know."
"We won't. I promise. Thanks alot."
At that moment, it occurred to me that it was about 100 degrees outside, muggy and oppressive, and I urgently wanted to take another shower.
I turned to the guys. "Listen,

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