Gary Busey is atop a gigantic yacht. He is playing his drum kit and I decide to accompany him from my rooftop terrace on guitar. I played a carefree improvisation, not really concentrating on what I'm doing. A TV company show up filming the scene as various local musical acts from the city I live in take it in turns singing parts of their own compositions in a giant medley for the cameras, with Busey still drumming away. Their contributions are obviously rehearsed and I feel like I must have missed out on the preparation of the event and only happened upon it by chance. I feel that my opportunity to showcase my abilities on TV was wasted and I'm now embarrassed and jealous of the musicians I see before me making the most of the situation.