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xxx"and weβll never be royals,
xxxit doesnβt run in our blood,
xxxthat lux just ainβt for us
xxxwe crave a different kind of buzz."
And yet sheβd still managed to find a free night to come see an old friend play a big gig. And, well, help pack up afterwards. She hadnβt been sure if she would have actually made the gig, so she hadnβt made any promises. But sheβd managed to get the morning shift at the coffee shop and swap her shift at the theatre with a friend. So, a nap, coffee, and pill later she was ready for the gig. As usual, the universe didnβt want to make her life easy, and even though she was cycling there, she still got stuck in traffic. Having mentally sworn out a few cops and dumping her bike by the side of the bar, she made it in just as they started.
They were good. Sure, the inexperience showed in their nerves and the occasional technical glitch, but they had talent. And Wendy beamed with pride, applauding and cheering as they finished, already making her way to the side stage to congratulate Ashleigh as she came off. βHey! You were amazing, oh my gosh!β She said as she climbed onto the stage. She rolled her eyes at the comment about her schedule. βAnd itβs only going to get worse,β she muttered, nearly more to herself than anything. Then she grinned at the handsome guitarist beside Ashleigh. God. He really was pretty.
She laughed a little at Ashleighβs introduction of her. βIf you could please tell that to any casting agents you know of, that would be great, thanks. I also moonlight as an usher and barista,β she added with a wink as she started unplugging speakers and coiling cable. βAnd tech girl, it appears,β she added. βBut hi, Jean, itβs lovely to meet you. Both of you were incredible, you should have agents and label reps fighting over you in no time.β