Slashed Seat Affair - Anger Management

We played a cracking gig the other night. Great sound, nice venue, good vibe too. But something grated with me or to put it less subtley, someone grated with me. Let's just call him red tie man, know from now on as RTM.

RTM clearly had an attitude problem, he also had a very large ego that was apparent when I approached the stage. He was a performer you see and performers can be a bit tetchy about their art. I sensed he may have been an actor as well as a musician, he had that whiff normally associated with thesps. Anyway, the stage is empty save for him collecting his pedals and leads.

"Excuse me" I ask as I step around him onto the stage. No acknowledgement, so I proceed to get onto the otherwise empty stage. "Chill the fuck out man" he yells in a histrionic, unprovoked way.

"I did say excuse me" I reply, slightly baffled.

"But you just got on regardless" (or something along those lines in an aggressive tone) before rolling his eyes and huffing like Rumplestilskin

Now RTM, I understand the etiquette regarding allowing a band to empty the stage before you get on. The stage was empty apart from you poncing about in your red tie and your military shirt. Please don't give me grief. I'm no angel but please don't give me evils for no viable reason, not with your mum in the room eh?. Even your mates - who were top blokes - apologised to me. THey've clearly seen you at work before RTM.

Do it again and I swear I will voodoo you. I will voodoo you and your red tie good and proper.