woman.” I just put my head down and blushed as I plugged my mic into the amplifier.
Then I looked down at Percy then back at Belle and then hopped off the stage. Sir Percival leaning against my leg as I walked around the dance floor to Tink. She stood and then surprised me with a warm hug when I got to her. She said, “Hi!” She had a hot lavender tone that induced collywobbles in my belly. Then she had to go and add, “You look hot tonight!”
I blushed, looked down and squeaked out, “Hi. I'm so glad you came!” Then I met her eyes. “You look pretty too.” I blinked at the fact that the black leather jacket she was wearing tonight almost matched mine. I had to say something else before I embarrassed myself more, so I quickly said, “I usually put Percy in the manager's office here while we perform. Could you watch him for me? He's a regular gentleman.”
She looked down at him and smiled, taking the handle from my hand, making electric incidental contact with our hands. “Of course. I'd love to share my table with such a handsome bloke.”
I tilted my head, trying to stop the grin that I seemed to always have when she was in the vicinity. Then I offered, “If anyone gives you flack about him, point out his service animal bib and tell them to sod off.” She nodded with mock surprise at my vulgarity. I glanced at the time, I wanted nothing but to talk to her but it was two minutes before we were on. “Well, I best be about it. There is a short break between sets, share your table?”
She nodded and then seemed to hesitate then leaned in quickly and gave me a peck on the cheek. “For luck.” I blushed again, nodded, and made my way back to the stage, Ray was watching me the whole time.
She gave me a hand up and didn't let go. Instead she used our grip to pull me beside her so she could say over the music. “It's so great to see you happy.” Then she let go and stood behind her mic. I pursed my lips to suppress a smile and stood behind my mic as Randall hopped off the stage and headed off into the club.
Barry, the band's front-man on guitar, and Jim on the electric bass exchanged short greetings with us. I had to slap Jim's shoulder as he almost drooled over Raleigh like he always did. It always made Ray feel like she had to shower afterward. I said, “Eyes front sailor. She taken and you know it!” Barry shot him a reproving glare and Jim raised his hands in surrender.
Then the song being played over the club's PA system came to an end and the overheads illuminated the stage. Barry said, “Homefront on three.” I wondered why he wanted to start with their best number rather than use it as the finale. I hate it when bands do that because you start with a high and then feel let down by the end. I slid my glasses off and stuffed them in a pocket.
I caught the shadowy movement as Charles raised his sticks in the air and hit them together three times, setting the beat. Each strike hit me like a lance of red straight through my head. I winced and on the fourth beat the band started playing.
I started swaying and bopping my head to the beat, letting it consume me, allowing myself to become part of it. I schooled my expression to one of carefree fun. I had learned not to wince at any off notes or unintended changes of tempo from bands that weren't professionally polished. Future Relic was a decent band, so there weren't too many faux pas.
As they played and sang the opening verses there were only a couple sour copper tastes in my mouth. Then Ray and I started lending backup harmonies. One thing I liked about Future Relic is that they are a “loud” band so Ray and I don't have to hold back much since there is no fear of upstaging the band. For a couple of the other bands we do gigs for, we have to hold back.
We had lost one job because we drew the attention of the crowd more than the actual band. Couple our singing with the eye candy that was my best friend and the band axed us after the first
Then I looked down at Percy then back at Belle and then hopped off the stage. Sir Percival leaning against my leg as I walked around the dance floor to Tink. She stood and then surprised me with a warm hug when I got to her. She said, “Hi!” She had a hot lavender tone that induced collywobbles in my belly. Then she had to go and add, “You look hot tonight!”
I blushed, looked down and squeaked out, “Hi. I'm so glad you came!” Then I met her eyes. “You look pretty too.” I blinked at the fact that the black leather jacket she was wearing tonight almost matched mine. I had to say something else before I embarrassed myself more, so I quickly said, “I usually put Percy in the manager's office here while we perform. Could you watch him for me? He's a regular gentleman.”
She looked down at him and smiled, taking the handle from my hand, making electric incidental contact with our hands. “Of course. I'd love to share my table with such a handsome bloke.”
I tilted my head, trying to stop the grin that I seemed to always have when she was in the vicinity. Then I offered, “If anyone gives you flack about him, point out his service animal bib and tell them to sod off.” She nodded with mock surprise at my vulgarity. I glanced at the time, I wanted nothing but to talk to her but it was two minutes before we were on. “Well, I best be about it. There is a short break between sets, share your table?”
She nodded and then seemed to hesitate then leaned in quickly and gave me a peck on the cheek. “For luck.” I blushed again, nodded, and made my way back to the stage, Ray was watching me the whole time.
She gave me a hand up and didn't let go. Instead she used our grip to pull me beside her so she could say over the music. “It's so great to see you happy.” Then she let go and stood behind her mic. I pursed my lips to suppress a smile and stood behind my mic as Randall hopped off the stage and headed off into the club.
Barry, the band's front-man on guitar, and Jim on the electric bass exchanged short greetings with us. I had to slap Jim's shoulder as he almost drooled over Raleigh like he always did. It always made Ray feel like she had to shower afterward. I said, “Eyes front sailor. She taken and you know it!” Barry shot him a reproving glare and Jim raised his hands in surrender.
Then the song being played over the club's PA system came to an end and the overheads illuminated the stage. Barry said, “Homefront on three.” I wondered why he wanted to start with their best number rather than use it as the finale. I hate it when bands do that because you start with a high and then feel let down by the end. I slid my glasses off and stuffed them in a pocket.
I caught the shadowy movement as Charles raised his sticks in the air and hit them together three times, setting the beat. Each strike hit me like a lance of red straight through my head. I winced and on the fourth beat the band started playing.
I started swaying and bopping my head to the beat, letting it consume me, allowing myself to become part of it. I schooled my expression to one of carefree fun. I had learned not to wince at any off notes or unintended changes of tempo from bands that weren't professionally polished. Future Relic was a decent band, so there weren't too many faux pas.
As they played and sang the opening verses there were only a couple sour copper tastes in my mouth. Then Ray and I started lending backup harmonies. One thing I liked about Future Relic is that they are a “loud” band so Ray and I don't have to hold back much since there is no fear of upstaging the band. For a couple of the other bands we do gigs for, we have to hold back.
We had lost one job because we drew the attention of the crowd more than the actual band. Couple our singing with the eye candy that was my best friend and the band axed us after the first
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