This is why I freaked out when I went to work one night and learned that Tika had been kidnapped. Apparently. he was in serious debt, and his lenders snatched him while he was visiting family in Alexandria. They kept him tied to a chair for days in an undisclosed location until he arranged to pay the money he'd borrowed. In the meantime, I had to suffer through yet another drummer. To be fair, he wasn't terrible. He was full of piss and vinegar, and he pounded his drum as though it had insulted his mother. But he didn't translate my movements as accurately as I needed him to. Many nights, he'd completely slack off.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but still no word from Tika. Then one day, he miraculously reappeared. I didn't see him before going on stage, but when my band started playing, I immediately recognized his drumming. It was a very happy day for my butt.