Kevin had to laugh as his next glass was brought. He was starting to get very relaxed as the heckling continued. "You're supposed to blow that thing, not blow it out!" He took a slightly bigger drink of the wine than he'd first intended, then put it down on the table. The trumpeter looked a bit surprised, seeing this large Englishman barrelling towards him. The band stopped and watched as Kevin stared down the trumpter, his hand extended. "C'mon love, give it here."
The trumpet player didn't seem to know what to do. He certainly wasn't expecting something like this here, of all places. "Give it here!" Kevin demanded, his nostrils flaring a bit. Terrified, the man gave it to him. Kevin took a moment to empty out the spit and wipe off the mouthpiece before looking back at the band. "All right, you lot. E-flat, and follow me for the key changes." He put the trumpet to his lips, closed his eyes and began to play, just like he remembered hearing on his dad's old LPs.