wanderingtiger

The envelope, it turned out, contained a simple note with an SD card taped to it. It had been delivered directly to her window by a charcoal-black delivery drone while she sat in her cramped apartment, laboring over the latest mix. It was Thursday and she had a 4-hour time slot at the neighborhood bar the next night. Granted, the place was a complete dive, but she needed the work and the better the music the better the tips. Sighing in annoyance she turned the note over and scanned it. The note said, "Your services are requested at our humble establishment this Saturday night, transportation will arrive for you tomorrow at noon".  A simple l