"You look perplexed can I help you" the bartender asked me.
"Yeah, Jack Dorrie offered to promote my band."
"I've heard of him, you should take him up on the offer."
"Yeah, I know.  Once he starts promoting us we'll be playing all sorts of talk shows, you'll hear our songs on commercials, we're bound to become famous.  I just don't want to sell out."
"I don't think selling out is as bad as they make it out to be."
"Really?  How would you know?"
"Have you heard of the band Coconut Trap?"
"Yeah, I love their stuff.  They even got a song on one of those phone commercials.  I was afraid they'd sold out, but then they broke up."
"Yeah, I turned down an offer from Jack Dorrie because I didn't want to sell out.  Just to show me his power he put a bug in the ear of one of his buddies at an executive agency about us.  That got us played on the commercial."
"Wait, so you're John---"
"Yeah, I'm the first and only artist to ever turn down an offer from Jack Dorrie".
"So why are to bar tending?"
"Well, if we'd gotten royalties from the ad, we might have, but our record contract left us out in the cold.  It turned out if Jack Dorrie had represented us, we could have leveraged our momentum and bargained for a more lucrative record deal.  But I turned him down.
"I tried to call him back, to tell him I changed my mind.  The rest of the band was pretty pissed at me for turning him down.  He turned me down--said he found someone else to represent."
"You're kidding!"
"No, have you heard of Alexandria Rain?  Of course you have.  He picked her up when I turned him down."
"So you could have been as big as Alexandria Rain?  Why'd you break up?"
"We tried to find another publicist, but the guy we hired was just a hack.  He got us some small stuff, but nothing that impressed the record company.  In the end, the band broke up because they could never forgive me for what I did.
"If I could do it over again, I'd hire Jack.  But how I was supposed to know?  When Jack approached me, he was nobody.  Of course he's a legend in the business now.  Do you know why he's so good at what he does?
"No, I figured he was just a great salesman or something along those lines."
"Wrong. The man has no special talent.  He has good taste--that's kind of rare in certain circles.  He tries really hard to find really good music, but that's no different than the dime a dozen talent scouts that litter this city.  He has friends in high places.  Some of his buddies are advertising executives, and some of them work in television, but all of them are influential.  Turns out the guy used to barely get by.  His friends would always be asking him for help finding music.  They always liked his taste.  Jack kind of wandered aimlessly in his 20's and 30's.  10 years ago, one of his buddies told him they were always using his recommendations in commercials and told him to start selling these recommendations.  That was when he contacted me."

"Wow.  That really puts things in perspective, in fact you've changed my mind."  I put some cash on the bar to cover my tab, walked outside and made a phone call.

"Hey, yeah, listen.  I think the band should really hire Jack to represent you.
"Yeah, I think it's the right thing for you to do.
"I'm saying 'you', because I'm leaving the band.
"I'm not crazy, and you'll get over it.  Listen, I think you should get the guy from Coconut Trap to replace me.
"Yeah he's still around, he's tending the bar at the Blue Cow Pub.
"I don't know for sure if he'll go for it, but I'm betting he'd jump at the chance.
"Sure, I'll sleep on it, but I'm not going to change my mind.
"It's the right thing to do...for everyone.  Later."

I walked away from the bar, thinking, "no regrets...right?"
no regrets.