January
Kevin leaned against the wall outside Jimmy's bar and drew in a deep breath. The air was so cold that his lungs burned. His jean jacket was not warm enough to protect him from the January chill at midnight, but he shivered gladly. Now that the band had finally gone under financially and he would have to return home, he didn't give a damn whether he was comfortable or not.
The flood light behind the bar made everything a faded gray. The trees, the dead grass, the salt on the asphalt of the parking lot, they were all a dirty white color. The world is dead and so is MourningStar, thought Kevin ruefully. How cliche. He smiled darkly and rested his head against the brick wall.
Just then, the door slammed open, barely missing Kevin as it crashed into the wall beside him. Peter stumbled out.
"Hey, man. What are you doing out here?" Peter's words slurred slightly. Kevin could smell the alcohol on his breath and rolled his eyes. Self control was not Peter's strong point.
"Jimmy wants to see us. He says he may have good news." Peter grabbed Kevin's sleeve as if to pull him inside.
"Thanks," Kevin said as he shrugged Peter off. "I'll make it in myself."
The cold air must have sobered Peter up a little. He managed to walk down the hall to Jimmy's office without hitting the wall once. Kevin followed him in silence, looking over the top of his fogged up glasses.
"Hey, Kevin," Jimmy greeted him. "Have a seat." Jimmy gestured toward the sofa and chair with a thick finger. Scott and Tom were already sitting on the sofa. Kevin took the chair and Peter fell down next to Scott.
"So, MourningStar is pretty much dead, huh?" Jimmy asked. They all nodded glumly. "What are your plans?"
"Going home, I guess," answered Scott. Kevin, Peter and Tom shrugged, then nodded in agreement.
"What if I told you that I could give you a second chance?" Kevin leaned forward and pushed up his glasses as the fog cleared off them.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sarah and Kevin
New Year's Resolution
Sarah stood at the front of the smoky bar. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and listened to the band play. She narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips together, trying to be as critical of the performance as possible.
The next song began and the music thudded around her, controlling her heartbeat. It was a slower song and the lead singer was wailing like his heart was broken. The music swept around her like a wave during a storm. She leaned her head against the wall and watched them play.
The drummer kept time perfectly. The lead guitarist didn't appear to miss a note and was a perfect counterpoint to the manic lead singer. But the bass player was the one who held her attention the longest. He appeared to be in a trance during the song, swept up in playing his guitar. She took a deep breath as the song ended.
They took a break and Sarah watched them get drinks from the bar. The lead singer had shoulder length hair that was wavy and black. He was on the shorter side for a man, but his shoulders were broad and he had a well shaped body. The lead guitarist had short, spiky black hair. He was a little taller than the lead singer. His nose was of the Roman variety and he always looked serious, rarely smiling. The drummer had long blond hair that he always seemed to hide behind. He was about the same size as the lead guitarist. The bass player towered over the other members of the band. His brown hair hung in a straight curtain to the middle of his back. He wore thick glasses.
Sarah uncrossed her arms and walked to the bar where they stood and slowly made her way past them. She went into the back room of the bar and flopped down on the couch.
"Well, what do ya think?" Jimmy asked her from behind his desk.
"I want you to go ahead and make them the offer," Sarah said.
"Are you sure?"
Sarah smiled. "Don't worry about me. I can handle them."
Jimmy sighed. "I hope so. I also hope they appreciate what you're about to do for them."
Sarah stood at the front of the smoky bar. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and listened to the band play. She narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips together, trying to be as critical of the performance as possible.
The next song began and the music thudded around her, controlling her heartbeat. It was a slower song and the lead singer was wailing like his heart was broken. The music swept around her like a wave during a storm. She leaned her head against the wall and watched them play.
The drummer kept time perfectly. The lead guitarist didn't appear to miss a note and was a perfect counterpoint to the manic lead singer. But the bass player was the one who held her attention the longest. He appeared to be in a trance during the song, swept up in playing his guitar. She took a deep breath as the song ended.
They took a break and Sarah watched them get drinks from the bar. The lead singer had shoulder length hair that was wavy and black. He was on the shorter side for a man, but his shoulders were broad and he had a well shaped body. The lead guitarist had short, spiky black hair. He was a little taller than the lead singer. His nose was of the Roman variety and he always looked serious, rarely smiling. The drummer had long blond hair that he always seemed to hide behind. He was about the same size as the lead guitarist. The bass player towered over the other members of the band. His brown hair hung in a straight curtain to the middle of his back. He wore thick glasses.
Sarah uncrossed her arms and walked to the bar where they stood and slowly made her way past them. She went into the back room of the bar and flopped down on the couch.
"Well, what do ya think?" Jimmy asked her from behind his desk.
"I want you to go ahead and make them the offer," Sarah said.
"Are you sure?"
Sarah smiled. "Don't worry about me. I can handle them."
Jimmy sighed. "I hope so. I also hope they appreciate what you're about to do for them."
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