Sonata
03-31-09, 04:09 PM
((Closed))
The second bottle was about half empty when the buzz finally began to calm Sona down. She hated the taste of the beer, gagging the first time she tried, but it was a bit better then going out onto the stage without a bit of liquid courage. There was very little actually going on right now. She was alone in what the owners called a green room. There were a couple chairs, a small television and a table that barely had enough food for a single person. She left the old chicken wings and burnt steak untouched, almost forcing herself to have the beer.
Kestrel Azure was a nervous girl. This was the first big show she ever had for her music. It was in a more rundown place, to be sure, but she had actually sold tickets for once. It wasn’t just signing up and praying that she got enough tips to pay the rent in her crappy little apartment. This was the big shot, her first real gig, she should have been ecstatic to even have the chance. She took another drag from the cigarette dangling from her mouth, plucking the guitars string absentmindedly. Yeah, she wasn’t anxious at all.
The headaches themselves weren’t really helping. She had started getting them a while ago, just before a nice man approached her and told her he could help her. He had explained that he was part of a small production company for music. They didn’t put out too much music, but they were well known for supporting small-time musicians a lot. Sona had heard about them from the grapevine, and had tentatively accepted invitation to talk over dinner.
A couple jumps later and here she was, smoking, drinking and living her life with bad sleep and a bad headache. She exhaled the smoke through her nose, enjoying the small trick she had learned after a few days. They didn’t really taste as good as she would have liked, but she enjoyed the small rush. Sona was far from a big girl; it didn’t take that much for her to actually become satisfied, and not much more to overdose. The butterflies in her stomach were still there, though she was much better with the nicotine and drink in her.
“Show is starting in a minute or two, come out when you’re ready, ma’am,†said a frazzled looking young man standing in the doorway. He was the one who ran a lot of the equipment that Sona needed for the small concert. She nodded at him and he went back to whatever it was that he did. She ground the lit end of her stick into the small ashtray, smothering the flame. She grinned, frightened of the stage but eager all the same.
She was going to live her dream and it was going to start here.
The second bottle was about half empty when the buzz finally began to calm Sona down. She hated the taste of the beer, gagging the first time she tried, but it was a bit better then going out onto the stage without a bit of liquid courage. There was very little actually going on right now. She was alone in what the owners called a green room. There were a couple chairs, a small television and a table that barely had enough food for a single person. She left the old chicken wings and burnt steak untouched, almost forcing herself to have the beer.
Kestrel Azure was a nervous girl. This was the first big show she ever had for her music. It was in a more rundown place, to be sure, but she had actually sold tickets for once. It wasn’t just signing up and praying that she got enough tips to pay the rent in her crappy little apartment. This was the big shot, her first real gig, she should have been ecstatic to even have the chance. She took another drag from the cigarette dangling from her mouth, plucking the guitars string absentmindedly. Yeah, she wasn’t anxious at all.
The headaches themselves weren’t really helping. She had started getting them a while ago, just before a nice man approached her and told her he could help her. He had explained that he was part of a small production company for music. They didn’t put out too much music, but they were well known for supporting small-time musicians a lot. Sona had heard about them from the grapevine, and had tentatively accepted invitation to talk over dinner.
A couple jumps later and here she was, smoking, drinking and living her life with bad sleep and a bad headache. She exhaled the smoke through her nose, enjoying the small trick she had learned after a few days. They didn’t really taste as good as she would have liked, but she enjoyed the small rush. Sona was far from a big girl; it didn’t take that much for her to actually become satisfied, and not much more to overdose. The butterflies in her stomach were still there, though she was much better with the nicotine and drink in her.
“Show is starting in a minute or two, come out when you’re ready, ma’am,†said a frazzled looking young man standing in the doorway. He was the one who ran a lot of the equipment that Sona needed for the small concert. She nodded at him and he went back to whatever it was that he did. She ground the lit end of her stick into the small ashtray, smothering the flame. She grinned, frightened of the stage but eager all the same.
She was going to live her dream and it was going to start here.