Alright, Me and the guys had this brilliant idea to play for the local "Project Graduation." For those unfamiliar, it's a big lock-in type thing where the recently graduated play games and win AMAZING prizes. The whole concept is to keep the kids away from normal party atmospheres (alcohol). Anyway, we volunteer, thinking it's a can't miss opportunity. Then things start getting ****ty. Instead of playing inside on a raised (huge) stage, where are being placed in the pool grounds. For a stage? ABout a 16 ft. trailer. Okay, we can live with that, though we're not thrilled. They agree to supply the trailer, so atleast we don't have that to worry about. We are only about 2 months old (the band), so we've got about 16 songs under our belts. We go into this thinking that we'd get to play all of them (about 1:30 set). They are receptive. Then they change their minds. Now they want something more like an hour so they can show videos from the night's festivities. We talk it over, agree. Then Friday rolls around, day of the gig. Me and the singer both work at a Lowe's distribution center and have to work from 6 am to 6:30 pm. As soon as we get home from this exhausting day of work, there's a message that they couldn't get a trailer and we would need to play on ground level. Also, we were now to play two 20 minute sets. Umm, at this point we were abviously pissed. Turns out they hired a Karaoke guy to come as well. We should have pulled out then and just said screw it, but ahh we were optimists. Somehow we managed to get a trailer in less than 20 minutes. Yeah! Atleast we don't have to worry about people walking in our stuff. We all get up there and set up around 10. Do the sound check, and the borrowed Mackie 1200 Watt mixer blows us all away. By about 11 we head to my house to chill. We get back to the venue about 2:30 and get ready, things look good. Then the 400 kids walk over and we get PSYCHED. This is only our 2nd gig, so that many people is huge. Too bad they immediately start swimming and playing volleyball. For the next 40 minutes we basically played for ourselves. Finally get everything torn down at about 4 and get home to go to...bed? Nope. Off to another day at Lowe's and 12 hours of slave labor. God was I exhausted. Moral to the story: don't play at 3 am.