Juke JointDave tread threw the woods, exasperated as he felt his shoes sink into the mud with each tiresome step. He huffed as he found it painful and redundant to wonder aimlessly to a location he didn't really know for a fact existed . Looking ahead all he could see were trees, grass, moss, and more mud. It was now starting get dark, and still no sign of a clearing. He tread on, fumbling with his briefcase full of sheet music and songs, he stopped as he was on the verge of giving up and turning back around when he stopped and heard the faint sounds of music. His heart leaped as he abruptly started running in the direction of the music. He