We lasted eleven weeks as the house band, a pretty good run. Our agent said it best.

"House bands are like strippers, once they get used to your face they get bored."

While we were there I got close to Sandy and Sammi, as friends. Because our schedules actually matched we could get together and go to movies, art galleries, flea markets, or just hang out. I thought things were fine until Sandy forced the issue.

"Look Wiley, you have to know we both like you. It's time to take it up a notch. We're not Mormons, polygamy isn't working for us."

I felt like I was about to go...