<strong>Venue-Chicago-Early-  Wannabe Roadie: Katey Pool</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Katherine%20Temple%20Pool/KTHat-1.jpg)</div>She’d read the papers, heard the radio announcers; it had not been a good scene in Texas.  Four hours and the selfish bastards hadn’t had enough?  They had to destroy the stadium?  Really?<br/><br/>Shaking her head, blonde hair in a pony tail capped with a jaunty Fedora, Katey sipped her coffee.  She didn’t want to be too early.  But, -reality check- what was too early for this business?  People would sleep on the street to get tickets, would show up at dawn when she didn’t even go on stage until 9...  Early?  No such animal, she mused, getting to her feet.<br/><br/>“I’ll take six medium coffees to go, please,” she said to the barista, refusing to use their sizing names.  She smiled.  “And, can I get every pastry you’ve got?”<br/><br/>Armed with bribery, Katey made her way to the venue.  She looked at the big building protruding from a sea of asphalt parking lot and sighed.  Her timing was good.  Security wasn’t even on site, yet.  The parking lot was empty of all but a few cars; road crew and venue management, no doubt.  There were probably a couple of security guards by the doors.<br/><br/>Rounding the building she saw the semis that had carried the stage and equipment lined up on the far side of the lot.  Damn, she mused; big stage.<br/><br/>There was nothing else...  She walked up the ramp through the big door and a man in an EVENT STAFF T shirt stopped her.<br/><br/>Coffee and pastry got her directed to the inside.<br/><br/>And, then, she just started helping out.  She lent her back to pushing cases up the ramps to the stage, untangled the miles of cables (what had they done?  Wadded them up and run...considering the condition of the last venue, they were probably lucky to have their equipment at all.)<br/><br/>When the band got on site, when band managers and the Road Crew leader hit the deck, Katey knew she’d be like Lucy with some ‘splainin’ to do.  Until then, she fell back into old rhythms, joking with the guys and setting things up.<br/>