My Saviour

 I sat in a literal pit of despair at the front of the now-empty stage, with no band or fans. I was alone!

Suddenly I heard a voice shout out to the roadies, "Can I have the beach ball in the pit?", "Yes sure", was the reply, "We were just going to throw it out into the rubbish anyway, it's yours mate!", I felt two hands gently pick me up, and I felt safe.

It was Sam who picked me up, he explained he had been in the audience and had seen what had happened to me, he said that he could see I had potential and he did not like good talent to go to waste.

From then on I agreed that Sam could be my manager for a thirty percent fee, which seemed reasonable to me.