Jam Band

 Richard Richardson was Trump's great grandson on his mother's side. He hated the politics but loved the money it got his family; right at the right time; right before class become immutable.

Now, as he came of age at 15, he got the first access to the accounts that had been his since the day he was born as American royalty. As part of the investment class he had been thinking for a while now how best to put the working class to work. He wanted to be known for more than just failed casinos and successful fanfiction online art - like his scam artist president convict predecessor.

So he came up with the idea of Jam Band; really as an excuse to be with his friends. Just like Zuckerberg who made an empire of being friend-zoned by hot girls and using that friendship to get their face in his book, Richie discovered an interesting atmosphere that day. For a while now livestream had been common tech: month or two of recording where every new day deletes the oldest day at midnight. But no one had really capitalized on the idea of screen pause where any moment could be a good photo or gif with the right background that identifies a bird themed brand. People loved to pose in front of famous backgrounds to make themselves gifs; why not attach a brand to a backdrop?

He had to create one that was easy to copy in uniform. The plan of his oceanographer cousin of a mermaid pool sauna restaurant did not go well. He wanted a building that could be reproduced in any city and start in his favorite city. So he started in an area of Brooklyn that had no restrictions on caged birds, and bought an entire floor of a building. The entire floor became the open cage with the only entrances being the emergency exit stairs and the elevator. The elevator attended by a person who would not take a person to that floor without ID to prove adulthood and a 5 dollar entrance fee. In the space that he first wanted to call Jailbird Café, he kept out of cage almost as many parakeets as the space could take; along with selling individual cages and other supplies. The joke for the advertisements was going to be "come get pooped on"; to have a soup, salad, and sandwich shop with sandwiches so good that even getting pooped on by a parakeet would not ruin it. With the idea was buy a parakeet and all the supplies if so inclined.

But rather than learn the violin himself, he decided to keep the bird concept and add to it the idea of Jam Band in order to hang out with his violinist friend Ryan who he was definitely in love with. So the gentry or or favored working peasants came to the floor for food, pictures, bird play, and possibly impromptu concertos by anything acoustic provided or brought. All he did was shorted the dining hall by a quarter for a good sized stage. On which he provided: piano; guitar; pan flute; steel hand pan drum; harp; two violin; viola, cello. The idea was hardly anyone would bring in a rare antique like an acoustic instrument, but many would come to play some provided on a stage.

Of course he'd have to politely rope off the area from 11pm to 7am to allow the birds to sleep. But he rightly wondered want kind of melody the birds would make after hearing human acoustic instruments all day. He was going to add a microphone for poetry or singing but also knew a violin alone would not attract Ryan and his pacifist music friends to the loud bird space. So, to further impress his beau, he put up an unplugged microphone with a sign on it: "No vocals please until everyone has a voice: NO MORE DEATH PENALTY" Because really Richie could not believe in these modern times the status quo was still to sacrifice criminals to the gods of conformity. Two wrongs don't make a right and everyone deserves a right to prove who they are right until god takes them and they define their rebirth. Also, he was in a club with Ryan that believed the same thing. He figured doing a protest rather than just brainstorming about possible protests might attract his attention.