Позвонили от Ромы Зверя, говорят: срочно нужен пианист...

They called from Roma the Beast, they say: we urgently need a pianist for a concert. I: yes, I generally have a different profile, I don’t know how to use the keys, I’m a classical pianist. And to me: yes there is just a grand piano, steinway, this is another concert. Well, I say, when? Tomorrow, they say, in Voronezh.
-Okay. What about notes?
- Will be brought directly to the plane.
And in fact, bring such a thick pack. Well, I am no stranger to, in the years of the accompaniment in the music school, when 20-30 students each, I played music for 4-5 hours. I looked in the plane, well, there is something with chords, something with a digital camera. I am rather weak in this, but in general, I think, the chords are simple. I arrive late in the evening. Roma met, met, he is like this: Marina (his wife and my classmate) told me a lot about you, I think you can handle it, there at the level of the Bremen musicians.
I: Yes, I saw the notes in the plane, ok.
And to the hotel to sleep. At 9 am wake up:
- in the 5th play, your first appearance in a solo piece with piano.
, a, when?
-Soon. Now the 2nd play is coming.
-Wtf ??? It turns out that Roma sometimes has concerts for 18 consecutive hours. Workaholic fucking. And he urgently needs to fly away somewhere, so he decided to start at 7 in the morning. And where, where to go?
- Yes, here on the first floor, in the conference room. I fly there. I walked onto the stage through the backdrop, and there as in the Olympic, or in the stadium: the crowd is frantic, spotlights, light, in short - a rocker concert. And the piano is on the side. Indeed, the black concert steyvey.
Of course, he was late, quietly climbed into his place. The drummer sits next to the piano, angry:
-where were you?! your place to join, but you are not, I had to remember something from the course of the OKF.
Yes, I did not know that we are starting now.
In short, the 7th number already. Come on, connect.
But it turned out that their 7th is my 3rd, my 4th is 9th, etc. Grand piano is not in all rooms. And the noise-din, I do not understand what we are playing. Some kind of bullshit comes out. But sometimes, damn, it coincides in harmony, and sometimes I think: who knows, in what harmonies these rockers now write, it's not Victor Tsoi with his 5 chords on all the songs. But the ends are not there steadily. Of course! Everyone looks at me: what the fuck is this from the mountain? Shame And in front of many hours of the marathon and the very time of a sense of shame stretched and stretched ...
In short, the numbers after three separated completely. The concert must be saved. Roma takes a pause (by the way, for some reason, he looks more like a conductor of a symphony orchestra than a solo singer: he constantly turns to us), stops and while the assistant urgently tries to rewrite the numbers of my plays, where I should join, Roma arranges interactive with the public. Type: Friends, and you know what it is? And points to the piano. Public: NEEE!
- This is your mother, a real piano!
-Uaaaaaa!
- But now we invite someone to the stage.
And pulls out some girl from the crowd. She nearly faints, but leaves. Roma to her: what is your favorite song? Now we are arranging it. She comes up to me and shouts something. But the crowd is raging, not heard. I: INTO? What ?? SHTOOOOOO ??? And she told me: go ... Go-go! .. GOD-GOD !!!
Except for this one, I don’t hear anything, and I think: it’s probably about го go-th, my horse, ’and I start to play. At the concert of the "Beasts". My horse. Instant silence in the hall. Everyone is watching.
In short, it was a climax, and I woke up in shame. Already waking up, I realized that I ordered "Hey, Wood, go-go-go!"

And now I have only one question:
Does anyone know such songs: "Hey, Wood, go-go-go!" and "Go-go-go, my horse"? Because I am not.