Concert

You spend most of the day wandering the streets of the Lower City until you stumble upon a small bar covered in posters advertising concerts both upcoming and already passed. You enter the bar and find it surprisingly empty. A few patrons sit at the bar, and there's a couple small groups at tables. In the back, you see a small stage with instruments set up. You get a drink and sit at the bar, near the stage. 

A small mouse stands in the corner talking with a group of rats, and you can't help but overhear their conversation.

"Look, I booked you all for this time slot free of charge as a favor. I didn't book multiple other bands who could've paid so I could give you all this slot. You can't just show up and tell me you're not gonna perform."

"Listen man, we wanna perform, we really do, but our drummer is sick. How are we supposed to play any of our songs without a drummer?"

"That's not my job to figure out. You all better be up on that stage in five minutes or I'll make sure you never get a gig in this half of the Lower City ever again."