Post by LadyRiona on Dec 27, 2008 1:11:58 GMT -5
It was a really good turnout at this venue. Candace surveyed the crowd from under her eyelashes as she sipper from her water bottle. The floor wasn’t packed, but it was far from empty. They were responding well during the songs, jumping up and down as she did, even when she wasn’t. Pleased, she set down her water and approached the mike again. To her excitement, the crowd cheered loudly, screaming and whistling.
“Let’s keep this show going!” she cried into the microphone, pumping her fist in the air.
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After the show, Candace sat in the green room with her bandmates, laughing and just generally ecstatic with how things had gone. The guitarist sat beside her, balancing a bottle on his knee. Occasionally, he would glance at her while he spoke, or while someone else spoke. His eyes would sweep over her quickly. He thought she didn’t notice, but she did. It was a little uncomfortable sometimes – like now – but she tried to ignore it.
“Want some?” the drummer asked suddenly, offering a clear bottle with an amber colored liquid in it. The liquid probably matched the shade of her eyes. Comfortable or not, she was still overjoyed that the show had turned out so well; her eyes were always a show of how she felt.
“No thanks, man,” she told him, shaking her head. “You know it gives me headaches.” She winked at him, though.
“Yeah, Candace our designated driver!” the bassist said loudly, drinking from his own bottle.
She’s just afraid what would she might do if she drank. That voice belonged to the guitarist, but Candace was positive he hadn’t said anything. The other members of the band didn’t seem to have heard him. She shook her head, forcing a laugh, even as the guitarist’s eyes swept over her again.
“You get headaches anyway,” the drummer sulked, cradling his bottle to his chest.
Again, she heard the guitarist’s voice in her mind; she couldn’t make out what he was saying. It was just a low hum, but obviously him. It was too loud in the room, though, for her to hear him humming. Odd.
“Speaking of headaches,” she said suddenly, standing, “I feel one coming on right now. I’m going to stand outside, okay? Maybe the fresh air will help.” She gave her bandmates encouraging smiles.
“I’ll come with you,” the bassist offered, standing shakily.
With a shake of her head as she advanced to the door, Candace denied him. “I’m fine; I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She gave them all a smile before disappearing into the hall. It wasn’t long before she was in the crisp air outside, in the alleyway outside the venue. A few concert attendees were there, smoking, but Candace ignored them. She leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths, trying to figure out why she always heard the guitarist’s voice in her head…
“Let’s keep this show going!” she cried into the microphone, pumping her fist in the air.
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After the show, Candace sat in the green room with her bandmates, laughing and just generally ecstatic with how things had gone. The guitarist sat beside her, balancing a bottle on his knee. Occasionally, he would glance at her while he spoke, or while someone else spoke. His eyes would sweep over her quickly. He thought she didn’t notice, but she did. It was a little uncomfortable sometimes – like now – but she tried to ignore it.
“Want some?” the drummer asked suddenly, offering a clear bottle with an amber colored liquid in it. The liquid probably matched the shade of her eyes. Comfortable or not, she was still overjoyed that the show had turned out so well; her eyes were always a show of how she felt.
“No thanks, man,” she told him, shaking her head. “You know it gives me headaches.” She winked at him, though.
“Yeah, Candace our designated driver!” the bassist said loudly, drinking from his own bottle.
She’s just afraid what would she might do if she drank. That voice belonged to the guitarist, but Candace was positive he hadn’t said anything. The other members of the band didn’t seem to have heard him. She shook her head, forcing a laugh, even as the guitarist’s eyes swept over her again.
“You get headaches anyway,” the drummer sulked, cradling his bottle to his chest.
Again, she heard the guitarist’s voice in her mind; she couldn’t make out what he was saying. It was just a low hum, but obviously him. It was too loud in the room, though, for her to hear him humming. Odd.
“Speaking of headaches,” she said suddenly, standing, “I feel one coming on right now. I’m going to stand outside, okay? Maybe the fresh air will help.” She gave her bandmates encouraging smiles.
“I’ll come with you,” the bassist offered, standing shakily.
With a shake of her head as she advanced to the door, Candace denied him. “I’m fine; I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She gave them all a smile before disappearing into the hall. It wasn’t long before she was in the crisp air outside, in the alleyway outside the venue. A few concert attendees were there, smoking, but Candace ignored them. She leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths, trying to figure out why she always heard the guitarist’s voice in her head…