Jose's outburst did not bring a laugh from Barry, or B.B. as an amazingly large amount of people called him. However, the smile on his face did more to convey the<em>essence </em>of laughter than the sound would. "Hey, it's his loss. One of these days, we'll get our pie, and we won't need someone as shady to get there." BB was not exactly an optimist, nor a cynic, so rather than enthusiasm, his words are expressed with a quiet confidence.  Failure did not seem like an option to him, not out of an ignorant inability to admit the probability of defeat, but rather--that he was too damn stubborn to just give up.<br/><br/>BB was a bit of an odd duck, in that, no matter how hot or humid it could get, he was always wearing flannel. Of course, it being in the<acronym title="or about 10C">40s</acronym>, the warmth was quite welcome. Cold wasn't too much of a bother to him, either. He had, long ago, learned to love the rise and fall of nature. But whenever they were doing gigs or the like, the shirts he wore rarely got attention--it was all about the<strong>kilt.</strong>(https://www.kiltandjacks.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Safron-tartan-kilt-front.png) In such a colorful city, it stood out with its simple earthiness, contrasted nicely by the real leather belt and fancy metal buckle. For his feet, he wore low top sneakers, which in his experience, made playing the pedals easier.<br/><br/>He found a spot against the wall to relax as he looked to his two bandmates, his hand beating out a steady marcher's drum. With his free hand, he fished out a colorful brochure (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5839e0cf8419c204f71e961c/t/585c292903596e058c4262c9/1482434859986/MACCNO_street_performance_guide.pdf) and half-eyed it with a sigh. "Probably too cold to try roughin' it in public, huh? Hmm~"