Different hobby, but similar principle.
I've played in bands since my late teens until around 6 years ago and did half decent for someone based in a more rural area. One of my bands kicked up a stink in the north of England during the 00's and, whilst it wasn't anywhere near a consistent enough earner that I could even consider quitting my then day job, it served as a foundation to make some very nice extra side-coin.
But it did require a lot of commitment. We'd gig between 2 and 5 times a week, and squeeze rehearsals in between too, meaning most weeks would see anywhere between 3 and 6 nights dedicated to the band. There was no drive for fame - we weren't trendy, likeable or good enough - but we had a great setup upon the Northern circuit, and built up a great rapport with the audiences too. In short, we had a lot of fun making some good coin, but that required a lot of work.
Fast forward to the last band I played in 5 or 6 years ago, and I had already decided to take a break with a view to stopping playing, but some locals came knocking in need of a guitarist. What they were doing wasn't really my thing musically, but it seemed like easy money as they were playing the acoustic circuit (so that often meant turning up with minimal equipment, thus easier and less time-consuming) and it was only a 3-peice too (which obviously meant a bigger cut of the pay).
Anyway, their singer was a very talented and likeable lad around 12 years younger than me. He had one of the best voices I'd ever worked with, had a lot of charisma and confidence, knew how to dress and perform, but mostly he definitely had that X factor which exuded passion on-stage. Naturally he was a potential rockstar no doubt. And that was his 100% goal too, he wasn't content playing these local circuits for extra coin, he wanted to make the big time. "I hate my day job...music is all I want to do with my life!" something he'd spout regularly. So I thought the positives far outweighed the negatives and gave the band a shot for some fun, hoping I could guide him a bit in his quest for glory.
Seeing how driven he was, I suggested starting with 2-3 rehearsals a week (at early stages in bands I find it's better to learn/write away from each other a few nights a week to start with, as then when you come together there's plenty of things to try out). "I can only do Tuesday's & Thursday's" the singer replied. ........Ah...OK then....I mean you want to rule the world but only spend two nights a week committed to doing that? Erm..OK. But in the context of the band that was enough, so we set our nights and started rehearsing.
2 months later Mr "this is all I want to do with my life!" World Conqueror has only attended 6 out of the 14 rehearsals scheduled. It was enough to get us gigging, but obviously at this point I knew this was all a waste of time, however I wanted to collar the cheeky twat to let him know he was a faggot going nowhere. So I got a good mate who owned a prestigious venue to pretend to offer the band a gig, in the hope that it might wake the singer up a bit.
"Aup, I've had X band cancel on me this Sunday...any chance you guys can fill in?" Prestigious venue, decent pay on offer, enough in our bag to gig....should be a no-brainer.
"Oh er sorry, I can't do Sunday...Man City are on the telly and I'm going to the pub to watch them with my mum & dad"
I fucking PISSED myself. This kid's deluding himself that he's gonna be the best of the best, and yet his road to stardom needs to wait in line to watch a bullshit glory team which he's never actually ever seen in the flesh.
A pure and utter mong, completely detached from reality, no backbone at all, and the embodiment of the younger generation. He's done absolutely fuck all since, and he's exactly the type of bellend who'll tell you he loves RPGs, then bitch Baldur's Gate 2 is too hard to get into, and Skyrim is where it's at.