stage.
Double fisting our beverages we made our way to the back of the room. There were bar top tables throughout the venue; however, most people opted to stand and dance closer to the stage. The popularity of the first band allowed us to find perfect seating. Nestled in the back against the wall but directly in the middle, we had a great view of the stage. Our table was a little wobbly, but we could easily manage not to shake it and spill our drinks.
By time the second band was finishing up, we realized that the musical groups were competing and the crowd response determined the winner. By time the third group finished we realized that each group got twenty minutes to perform and the winner would receive $1500 cash and a signed guitar pick. But the DJ never specified who signed the guitar pick.
We listened to the music. We danced in our seats. For the third band, we danced out of our seats. We talked and laughed and I almost forgot that I was nervous to come to The Smoke Room. We were having a great time. While one band was getting on the stage and the other was getting off, we attempted to have more in depth conversations.
“Thank you for dragging me out tonight. I haven’t had this much fun since…” I trailed off.
“Hey! We are making up for lost time and we are having a blast. That’s all we need to focus on. And thank you for coming. Honestly, I needed this. I’m nervous about tomorrow.”
“So what exactly is going on tomorrow? When you said opening, I assumed it was going to be a performance. But then you specified cocktail attire, semi-formal dress. And I didn’t know what to expect.” I saw the flustered look wash over Emily’s face so I hurried to clarify. “I brought several outfits with me so I’m good no matter what. I’m just curious as to what you have up your sleeve.”
Emily visibly relaxed and smiled. “I thought you were going to say you didn’t have anything to wear and I was about to freak out! Tomorrow we are going to be so busy, we won’t have time for shopping. Phew!”
I laughed, “I never know what to expect with you so I packed a few different options, no worries. Now why are you nervous? You and I both know it’s going to be great!”
“Yeah… there’s going to be a performance and then a cocktail reception. I hired dancers to pretty much showcase how the space can be utilized and then we will eat and dance. I’ve invited potential investors, potential clients from the da nce world, teachers from school, friends and a bunch of Mom and Dad’s friends. It’s going to be awesome! I’m not going to tell you what it is but there is a surprise—”
The music started up again and I struggled to hear the rest of her sentence. I pointed to my ears and shook my head. Under standing, she nodded. Settling in to listen to another set of covers, we looked at each other and shook our heads. Unconsciously I could feel the frown deepening on my face. Some rather vocal spectators near the stage started booing. Giving up, the band ended their twenty minute set ten minutes early.
“That was harsh,” Emily observed as some of the audien ce members cheered as the band packed up their stuff. Her eyebrows were up and her forehead crinkled.
I widened my eyes and countered, “Way harsh,” before we erupted in giggles.
While we were turning down drink orders and dates offers, the next band had set up on stage.
“I’ m Mark!” the lanky blonde guy on stage announced into the mic. The ladies were definitely into Mark as he eased across the stage if the catcalls were any indication. He was attractive and had an infectious smile, but he was lanky. His tattered looking white sleeveless T-shirt was tight against his tall, thin frame. He had a sleeve of tattoos that stretched from his neck to his wrist. He wore skinny jeans which I ordinarily don’t like on men, but they worked on him. “While the other guys are getting our drinks, I’ll tell you a
Double fisting our beverages we made our way to the back of the room. There were bar top tables throughout the venue; however, most people opted to stand and dance closer to the stage. The popularity of the first band allowed us to find perfect seating. Nestled in the back against the wall but directly in the middle, we had a great view of the stage. Our table was a little wobbly, but we could easily manage not to shake it and spill our drinks.
By time the second band was finishing up, we realized that the musical groups were competing and the crowd response determined the winner. By time the third group finished we realized that each group got twenty minutes to perform and the winner would receive $1500 cash and a signed guitar pick. But the DJ never specified who signed the guitar pick.
We listened to the music. We danced in our seats. For the third band, we danced out of our seats. We talked and laughed and I almost forgot that I was nervous to come to The Smoke Room. We were having a great time. While one band was getting on the stage and the other was getting off, we attempted to have more in depth conversations.
“Thank you for dragging me out tonight. I haven’t had this much fun since…” I trailed off.
“Hey! We are making up for lost time and we are having a blast. That’s all we need to focus on. And thank you for coming. Honestly, I needed this. I’m nervous about tomorrow.”
“So what exactly is going on tomorrow? When you said opening, I assumed it was going to be a performance. But then you specified cocktail attire, semi-formal dress. And I didn’t know what to expect.” I saw the flustered look wash over Emily’s face so I hurried to clarify. “I brought several outfits with me so I’m good no matter what. I’m just curious as to what you have up your sleeve.”
Emily visibly relaxed and smiled. “I thought you were going to say you didn’t have anything to wear and I was about to freak out! Tomorrow we are going to be so busy, we won’t have time for shopping. Phew!”
I laughed, “I never know what to expect with you so I packed a few different options, no worries. Now why are you nervous? You and I both know it’s going to be great!”
“Yeah… there’s going to be a performance and then a cocktail reception. I hired dancers to pretty much showcase how the space can be utilized and then we will eat and dance. I’ve invited potential investors, potential clients from the da nce world, teachers from school, friends and a bunch of Mom and Dad’s friends. It’s going to be awesome! I’m not going to tell you what it is but there is a surprise—”
The music started up again and I struggled to hear the rest of her sentence. I pointed to my ears and shook my head. Under standing, she nodded. Settling in to listen to another set of covers, we looked at each other and shook our heads. Unconsciously I could feel the frown deepening on my face. Some rather vocal spectators near the stage started booing. Giving up, the band ended their twenty minute set ten minutes early.
“That was harsh,” Emily observed as some of the audien ce members cheered as the band packed up their stuff. Her eyebrows were up and her forehead crinkled.
I widened my eyes and countered, “Way harsh,” before we erupted in giggles.
While we were turning down drink orders and dates offers, the next band had set up on stage.
“I’ m Mark!” the lanky blonde guy on stage announced into the mic. The ladies were definitely into Mark as he eased across the stage if the catcalls were any indication. He was attractive and had an infectious smile, but he was lanky. His tattered looking white sleeveless T-shirt was tight against his tall, thin frame. He had a sleeve of tattoos that stretched from his neck to his wrist. He wore skinny jeans which I ordinarily don’t like on men, but they worked on him. “While the other guys are getting our drinks, I’ll tell you a
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