A small, basement bar in Morgantown, West Virginia. A stairwell leads to a door on the left, which serves as the entrance. Through the door, there are pool tables in a small room in the back, and the bar is located to the right. Tables and chairs line the wall directly ahead of the door, which is essentially covered in mirrors for some odd reason, and following the bar parallel you will approach the stage. The color scheme is largely black and red with strange tile flooring. The sound board is located behind the bar, near the stage area where two large speakers hang over head and several monitors are placed to the sides of the stage. At the back of the stage is both the women's restroom and a storage area where old equipment is kept, and where my band has post show talks about how much we've had to drink and how one of us missed some chord somewhere along the line. When this place is full of people, its absolutely awesome. The acoustics are cluttered because the smallness of the bar concentrates the acoustics. On stage, conditions are hot, between the spotlight overhead and the electric heat of the amps and mics. The entire place is a hot box, filled with cigarette smoke and smelling of spilled beer and liquor. But from the stage where my band plays twice a week on average, the feeling generated by looking out across this cramed hole in the wall and seeing between thirty and fifty drunken people dance to songs that I have written is completely irreplacable from any other sensation that I have ever felt. I always tell them to tip their bar tenders and introduce each song with its title, which is generally met with a loud roar of incoherent intoxicated slurring, shouting and applause. Sometimes girls will walk on stage and we have to politely tell them to back up. Guys do this too, and thats even more bothersome, unless they have a flask to offer. The place is Fuel. I, Michael, stand in front, center, as lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist, with our lead guitar player Denny to my right and our bass player Kyle to my left. Nick is behind us all with his drum kit. Together, we form the local rock and roll group The Getaway.