You play on live TV! The uber obscure Harry Flinger show. Very few watch it, but some who do are major people in the industry. Your set sucks so bad the audience walks out. Even Flinger himself walks off the set in disgust. The rest of the band blame you. The break out and hate you forever. You'll never work in this town again. Even worse, someone stole your saxophone that night when you got stupid drunk and crying at a bar.