Soloists gathered in the lawn to perform. They could not decide who would perform first. This was a last minute gig and neither of the soloists knew each other.
The only one who seemed to have an sense at this time was a young dog name Ray who went around sniffing them out and deciding on the lineup.
The soloists agreed this made sense.
They played until the afternoon. About twenty people showed up, some even bringing blankets and covert wine.
The soloists considered it a success and quickly disbanded after the last performance since there was no money to be disbursed. It was a free gig. But as Ray the Dog would say, A gig is a gig.