"Right," Charlie said, pulling back. Someone was walking on stage, someone who looked about Ron's age and rather scruffy. He pulled the mic up to his height and mumbled into it.
"Uh... hi. My friend Donaghan was nice enough to let us open. We're Chalk on the Board." The awkward singer stepped back and picked up a guitar while the rest of his band, who all seemed far more charismatic than him, walked on stage. Charlie was relieved to hear, when he started singing, that at least he had a good voice and a song to match.
"Band that opened for them ten years ago when I saw them was rubbish," Charlie said. "Lot of screaming, not a lot of music."