What did the girl mean by "my turn" Roon ponders as he mumbles quietly for himself: "What am I gonna do? I'm not gonna do anything, I'm just gonna sit here and have a nice drink, that's all" The girl dissapears towards the bar and Roon takes a sip of the whisky. The strong, intense flavour hits him with a warm burning sensation through his chest, and chases his nervousness away."Oh damn, I've almost forgot how good this is!" Roon looks up, and for a while he notices some movement behind the curtains on stage. "Can't be too long now, I guess." For sure, the whisky has relaxed him now, and he really starts to look forward to the show with growing expectation. "Maybe one of the girls will do a, a sort of personal show for me? Maybe that's what the girl meant?" Roon takes another sip and smiles as he gazes towards the stage, a little warm, more than ready for it all to start.