You get a gig at the Meat Locker

Your band gets its first gig! But damn if its not on the coldest night of the year. A blizzard has turned the streets to snow and the walls to ice. You don't even know a coat, you use a long strip of bubble wrap in its place. The club has no patrons at all night night. Your fingers are too frozen to play your guitar. Your band is shivering and pale with frost bite. Since no one came the owner refuses to pay up. So your band refuses to pay and he throws the lot of you out into the freeze. Its so fucking cold. The snow is falling down so hard and fast you are snowblind. You lose track of the others. You are shivering out of control now. Your head toes hurt like somebody is cutting and crushing them. You walk into traffic blinded by the endless whiteness falling around you. A car honks and strikes you doing thirty. You are spun onto the curb with a loud crack. Your hip is shattered you cannot move your legs. Snow slowly covers your body as you freeze to death.

The End