You decide to play piano at some greasey dive somewhere

"I'm out of here. I can play on stage with you as a nobody. Or I could play as a headliner in some greasy dive some where. I will fucking head line thank you very much". You leave as Motly shrugs his shoulders. So three months later finds you chain smoking while playing piano at the Shithole, a bar so small only six patrons can go inside at a time. You get cancer from all that smoking and the heavy asbestos. You are dead within two months of playing there. But at leat you are not forgotten for a few days after that.

The End