Jimmy Page was not looking forward to this particular outing. Frankly, he was tired of the search for a singer for his new band, the New Yardbirds. Almost frustrated enough to throw in the towel, he thought to himself. He knew coming to this dingy club was a mistake. There was no fucking way that this Plant bloke was going to be any good. In fact, he thought to himself, I’ll just fucking leave and spare myself the pain.
Just as Jimmy was about to turn around, the lights in the already dim club dimmed further until it was almost pitch black albeit for the bright, shaky spotlight on the small stage which illuminated a band whose front man seemed to be a lanky teenager with a wild mane of curly blonde hair. Oh lord, thought Jimmy. He’s not even an adult. Why the heck am I still here? But in the midst of the dimmed lights and crowd, Jimmy had lost his bearings and had no idea where the door was, and being the (although he would never admit it) shy man that he was, he wou