Tonight is going to be
one of those nights I can tell. Some take out, a fifth, nah maybe a handle
tonight, I am going to see Jeremiah after all. I need a release.
Jessie called me today,
he said there was a good video released of our performance at ned devines the
other day and it was getting me a lot of good press in the past couple days.
That was good to hear, but is a drunken song show really my route back to the
top? He said the video poster’s name was spores. Nicole, she must’ve done it
before that whole Bonnie thing. Or maybe she did it after maybe she still
cares… that’s just some fucking wishful thinking.
I headed out to round
up the goodie bag for the night, equipped with booze, grub, some gum, and a
couple Beantown burners.
While I was heading to
the T stop, I couldn’t get Nicole out of my mind. I hate to see her leave. I gave her a ring, no
answer, shes probably busy, probably already onto the next guy. Or she just
ignored my call, whatever.
I jammed out with the
power of all the musical greats that night. I don’t know if I stopped banging
on the keyboard or belting for a split second. I would look up and sometimes
there we be an audience spectating out of nowhere, other times just a couple
kids dancing, the music was taking me over again. I looked up and I noticed a
lady, she looked like she could be quite attractive, if she wasn’t so bundled.
Looked back down, and got lost into the music, again.
When I looked up, there
was an audience, and again still that bundled women, with sunglasses and all,
standing spectating, she seemed familiar, she looked like she just got out of
work. No sweat off my back, if she knew me shed speak, she can’t be that cute anyways
if shes hiding all her features. I noticed a flash out of the corner of my
eyes, the women placed something in her pocket, and then swiftly turned and
left, while I returned to work on the keyboard.
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