Snippet #1501493

"So you've read about it?" Leon said with a small smirk forming, "Well that's more than most stage techie's have done. Good."

He placed his hand back on the neck and played a little legato, continuing to loosen up his fingers from all the lifting and shifting. Looking up briefly, he noticed Evie looking at him, pushing a little hair out of her face daintily. For a crew member she sure seemed friendly and interested; at least, he found himself liking imagining that she was interested. Even among the band it was rare that he could have a conversation about the intricacies of guitars and pro audio with anyone who had any insight. Kyle was a fantastic singer but never saw the need to learn about mics and amps, Emil was a steady bassist but was also as blunt a tool as they come, and Hal only had his drums to worry about; the house team always mic'ed them up. So when there was no house team, Leon was really the only one with the first clue of how anything worked.

Evie, on the other hand, was clearly bright and on the ball. He only hoped that being so easy on the eye she wouldn't get too much harassment from the clientele of these sorts of venues. Then again, this was a theatre, not some sleezey club.

It was while their eyes met momentarily that he realised he was still wearing his sunglasses, which was rediculous as it was relatively dark in the hall, so he looked down and removed them, setting them on a stool nearby. He looked back at her and gave her a slanted smile.

"No problem," he said, "well it's always handy to have someone available in the wings in case something goes wrong stage side. I'm sure you'll do great."

He gave an a-ok gesture when she indicated she'd go off and get things ready for a sound-check, and watched her as she left. For a split second every now and then he glanced to see if Hal and Emil were looking at him looking at her. He couldn't hack any more of the banter. I mean heck they'd all seen a great many good-looking girls coming to their gigs and trying to hang out with the band afterwards. But this Evie stood out somehow; not just because of her striking looks, but because of how she provided such a breath of fresh air from the usual shower of air-headed groupies.

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Emil's eyes grew bigger and bigger as he watched the bartender serve the drinks in a manner he'd never witnessed before. A quarter of a pint of whiskey? What a generous guy.

"Well I play fantastic for sure," Emil said, nodding appreciatively, then pointed at Leon up on the stage, "but whiskey is for him so I make no promise, ah?"

Hal turned up just slightly too late.

"Hey amigos." he trilled, "Too late to at another beer to that order?"

He too took in the flamboyant bartender, watching how he theatrically served the drinks, and for the first time ever feeling a tinge of regret that he wasn't on this side of the stage tonight! If the bartender was going to be like this with everyone, there was a real risk the audience would be divided between watching the band and watching the show begind the bar!

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Before long Hal and Emil were heading back and getting a little too close, so Leon averted his eyes back to his hand and continued practicing some song links. As he was halfway through a legato scale his amp came on, and the last half of it sounded across the stage with a satisfying crunch.

"Hey," he called over to Kyle, who was still analysing the set list, as if there was anything to be achieved from doing that. "looks like we'll be good to go for a soundcheck any minute now after all."