That evening, the musicians of Slight of Hand were all in the garage of Amazon House plugging in equipment, tuning instruments and warming up for an impromptu session.
"I hope you realize that if this turns out to be our big break, it means the beginning of the end for you," Birgit informed Wes jokingly above all the noise they were making. She was slapping the strings of her bass to a rhythm he had taken up, while Sarah finished tuning her guitar and Diana checked the mikes.
"If you dump me, you'll regret it," Wes said, adding emphasis to his statement with a loud combination of snare and cymbals.
"She's right, though," Sarah agreed. "How can we be a success if we're not consistent?"
"I'm never consistent," Diana reminded them. "Besides, being an all-female band isn't original anymore anyway."
"Not original maybe, but it's certainly not run-of-the-mill either," Birgit insisted cruelly.
"But how many female drummers do you know?" Diana asked.
"That's right," Wes said. "And even if you found one, she wouldn't be anywhere near as good as I am." He was gratified that Diana was defending him and stopped playing with a flourish.
"You just like being the rooster in the hen-house," Sarah accused him.
Wes shrugged. "I can't deny that," he said and grinned.
"So where does that leave us?" Birgit asked.
"With one man to share among three women," Sarah replied.
"We're 75% female and inconsistent," Birgit said.
"Consistency is boring," Diana pointed out. "But you sure as hell better not be late again," she said to Wes.