it's indie rock'n'roll for me (the killers)

Yesterday, I had band practice again. We worked on two new songs – one of them is called “Players – dedicated to Sonny Crockett” and I can’t wait to perform it on stage …
After the practice, we didn’t want to go home. So we went to a little bar nearby and ordered some beer. We just raised our glasses when a drunken man sat down next to us. He listened to our conversation for about half an hour, then he asked who we were. When I told him I was a singer, he asked me to sing something. I refused, and he called me shy. So I pulled out a CD, we handed it over to the bartender, and he played all our four songs. The drunken man listened attentively. Then he suddenly stood up and slowly began to move to the music. My guitarist looked at me and said something like: Everything is as it should be. It was one of these rare magical moments I live for.