Alpenfest: Band [patched]

This was the life. For forty-five minutes, they were gods of the polka. But as the set neared its end, the Alpenfest Band faced their annual nemesis.

Klaus did it again, pitching his voice higher. TRIIIL-LOOO-LOOO! alpenfest band

Klaus leaned against a beer crate, his throat raw. He looked at the broken yellow whistle in his hand, then tossed it into a nearby trash bin. This was the life

"Eins, zwei, drei, saufen!" Klaus bellowed into the microphone, and the crowd roared back, raising their liter steins in a chaotic, sloshing wave. saufen!" Klaus bellowed into the microphone

"Nein," Klaus said. "The people have spoken. From now on, the bird is me."