The pub was lively and there was too much talent at the local 'open mike' night. Madam Music unzipped her guitar case, ready to tune her swanky new electric guitar and face the discerning musician crowd. Mouths felll open as a chubby blond-headed girl sung blissfully, accompagnied by the eloquent plucking of a Gibson Jumbo acoustic guitar.

"There's no way we can follow that", an anxious Madam Music said to Kris

"Yeah I know what you mean", said the guitarist, scratching his sleek black side-burns.

Des and Summer looked at each other. "M..maybe Kris should do an acoustic solo", said Summer. They both knew that Madam Music wasn't that great, either at singing or playing electric...well not yet anyway.

Madam Music knew her limitations. She dreamt of being a rock star, playing lead guitar like Slash and Jimmy Page. Instead, at times, she thought she sounded like a constipated cat. She watched with admiration as the cooly composed Kris walked to the front of the initimate crowd and started to play Damien Rice's 'Cannonball'.

"He's so talented and doesn't even know it", she said to Summer.. Like many musicians and creatives, Kris thought he'd never be good enough, but Madam Music knew different. She felt humbled..and thought again about promoting her musician friends...and even starting her own record label.

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