The gig had just ended with a small drum fill, Topper’s arms tired and sore. He stood up from his drum throne and tossed his thick sticks at the crowd; the pair was just about to break anyway. He jumped down from his isolated stage and stormed his way to the back. He was fatigued, sore, and pretty thirsty. Backstage, he sat on one of the couches and found himself dozing off practically immediately.