A few years back I ended up playing with a singer-songwriter guitarist. He was American, and had come over here and married his (much older) wife. She was a rock survivor, former groupie who’d slept with some well known rock stars (I forget who, but it was a pretty big list...)
Anyway, they had some good gigs lined up but when we actually got to play, the reality never matched up: for example, what was sold to us as a headline gig, was actually an appearance on a multi-band line up. I ended up as the defacto driver as neither of them drove, and one memorable gig involved them bringing their young daughter (who had special needs) on a drive from the Midlands to a central London gig.
Cue massive row at the venue when they refused to allow a small child into the gig (unsurprisingly!) and a potential refusal to perform (at what was, again, a good gig but not a headline slot).
I ended up just sacking it off as it was clear they had delusions of grandeur which never met the reality of the situation. A quick google shows they’re still plodding along. Nice bloke, but she was VERY odd.