I saw (and heard you) talking cheerfully and loudly over the jazz band last night. You were having a great time with your friends, loudly talking, laughing, clapping at inappropriate times, like in the middle of a solo, and not paying attention to anything else around you, including an announcement from the front of the house at the beginning of the second set to not do exactly what you were doing. When we made eye contact and I pointed at the drum solo in progress, there was a failure to communicate, so I gave up.
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