I ate the goose, the rice, poured on soy sauce, ate some more.
Surveying, my eyes rest on Chinese characters alongside an Alipay logo. They took Alipay and they took cash, but no more than that.
Suddenly a sense of dread.
While I sought to remind myself that I once felt something at small gigs like this, I forgot that musicians also feel something too.
“Thank you, New York!” he exclaimed.
There were no more than eight in the room.