The Stage Is Set

He got off the bus at the corner of Snelling and Minnehaha, only because he liked the cross street's name. Across Snelling he saw a coffeehouse and he decided to go there. Inside a man was setting up microphones on a stage, which also had a spinet piano at the edge of the stage. 'The Stones coming here tonight?' he asked, and the man looked at him and told him it was an open stage. 'Can I play?' The old gent said to sign up so he did, though he really had no idea what he would perform. The piano enticed him so that minor detail was soon forgotten as soon as he put his name down.