They initially ask you to cover his bookings, which you do, and your efforts pay off - after only your first nights booking with them, they ask you to take over all of the bookings which the previous DJ has now left up in the air.
Theres 15 bookings already confirmed, although you're already booked elsewhere for 4 of those. Another 5 provisional bookings appear to be penciled into the Community centres diary too. The agree to your fee, and book you - with all normal paperwork being exchanged. They agree to find someone else for the 4 dates which you cant do. Things look pretty llucrative.
The venue has a sizeable, deep stage which you set up on - toward the rear of the stage are heavy drapes which hang from ceiling to floor, with a gap of about 2 foot behind the drapes and the back wall, which makes an ideal space for you to hide your flightcase lids, suit carrier, toolkit, spares etc, and even change in. Judging by the dust, you're the only one who goes there.
Alas, the stage is about 4ft high, and there are no steps. Even the poor old caretaker/barman cant get up onto the stage, so has been asking you favours of lifting the odd chair or table etc, on or off the stage for him, on occasions.
Now...one week you're all set up and ready, and you're told that the times have been shoved back half an hour, so you've got some spare time on your hands. You decide that you'll tidy up your tool kit. As you reach behind the full length drapes where you put your toolkit, you notice a dusty metal box. Looking a little old and a bit dusty. - more interestingly, its got a lead and plug on it.
Closer (hidden) inspection of the unit reveals it to be a Zero88 Mercury Disco controller - almost a legend amongst lighting controllers. You give it a quick visual inspection; the right fuse is in the plug, no frayed wires - so you plug it in, and it works - 4 channels, 14 patterns, assignable to 4 different zones simultaneously, soft fading between channels hmmmmm nice - and not made anymore.
A little red devil
You shake him off, and replace the controller, back behind the drapes, sprinkling a little dust back on - Wrapping the lead around it, in your favourite way.
Two weeks later, you're back at the venue, and during the background music, you glance behind the curtain - the Mercury controller is still there...exactly how you left it, a little dust on top, and the lead wrapped up in your favourite way.
The little devil pops up onto your shoulder again..."no one would miss that controller", "Everyones forgotton about it", "No one comes up here on the stage", "The next disco will 'ave it away when they cover you next week - for sure", "Should I?, Shouldn't I?"
You and your consciense make it to the end of another great gig, with the thought of that nice controller playing on your mind. It comes to the end of the gig, and you're packing away...you've got an opportunity, a spare box that the controller would fit in...
There are a few options open to you here.... what would YOU do?
