The band played on stage, varying string intsruments in a bluegrass jam while the small crowd sat around high tables and politely nodded their heads and clapped when appropriate. She stood to the side, Busch Light in hand. With every song, she inched closer to the stage and struggled with the stillness of the crowd. Her toe tapped to the beat, and soon the beat nearly had her slapping her knee. The band took a break to play their new songs, and she stepped out of the tiny venue. Her absence was notable, but allowed me to turn my attention back to the band. Watching the mandolin player made me understand her inability to stand still. The lead singer played a double bass - he literally slapped it. I was enjoying the banjo jam when I saw her return in the corner of my eye. She must have gone to the bar, and she seemed to be lighter on her feet. This next beer seemed to free her. She tucked her head and danced by herself, swinging her hips and shoulders, tapping her toes. It was a classic drunk girl move, but given the setting, she seemed to be in the right.