That's just gonna have to do. Fixing the navy fedora hat atop of my brunette blunt cut bob, I decided there's nothing reasonable to do to my hair than to moderately hide it underneath one of my many hats. 3:35pm. Shit!!! I had to leave the house now or I'd never meet Shannon in time. My reputation for time keeping wasn't a reliable one at best, but with the added pressure of making the gig on time, I knew I had to get into gear to prevent getting an ear full from my best friend. Smoothing over the material of my navy and white pattern shawl, I glanced at my appearance for the last time before grabbing my bag and keys.
"I'm going to need a drink before we see this band, Emilia. Work was horrendous today." Shannon's rosy cheeks glowed as she shuffled her feet towards me. Her curvy hips hugged the material of her black skinny jeans, and her vintage shirt matched her boots perfectly. Creating a simple, yet stunning look that only Shannon would pull off.
"I've not even been at work and I agree on that statement. But I'm not drinking tonight. I checked the website and they're on at four thirty which gives us about twenty minutes by the time we get there. That's enough time for you to have two jägerbombs and a glass of wine, right?" I idly swipe off a piece of white cotton that lingered unwantedly on my shawl.
"If we pick up the pace, I think I'll be able to make that three jägers." Her mischievous giggle bellowed from her chest. I'm an almost twenty one year old. Me and Shannon have been friends since we were four. We've gone through sixteen years of friendship without any major arguments. She's more like a sister.
"I have work tomorrow, I can't get drunk." I wince. I'm lucky enough to not hate my job, or the people I work with, though I could think of many more things I'd rather do with my time. Shannon turned and gave me a look as if I'd spoken something revolting or unfamiliar.
"You can never get too drunk, Em." She frowned and I know she was thinking what I was thinking. "Okay well maybe you can. But in my defence it was more of what I did drink, rather than the quantity. I mixed my spirits, not wise." She scoffed.
"Whatever you say. I'm just not planning on drinking that much today. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be responsible to carry you home, either." I scold and although I was being serious, I knew she could always rely on me to keep her safe if that were the case.
We arrived at the bar a couple of minutes later than we first originally planned. Loud music pumped through the speakers, which were heard a few feet from the venue.
"Hi girls, thanks for coming. Go straight through." A lady with auburn soft curls greeted us on the door, handing us each a piece of white card. Plastered on the front side of the card in a small circular dotted front were the words, "THE KILLERS". I flipped the card over to review a small digital photo of what I presumed to be the band, along with the text that read, "Straight from Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada...The Killers!! Download our new single 'Mr Brightside' on iTunes now." And a link to their website. They seemed legit so I placed the small keepsake into my bag and continued to follow Shannon into the venue. The music seemed to come to a stand still as we approached the door that led into the main room, and I half expected to hear some applause. Nothing but silence followed the final drum beat. Shannon sprung open the great door, and four sets of eager eyes averted their attention solemnly on us. Four guys on the stage, a guy behind the lighting desk and another guy behind the bar were the only occupants of the fairly average room.
"Shit, Shan. Why do I feel like we're not meant to be here?" I whispered into her ear, still not taking my eyes off the guys who were staring us out.
"I feel like that, too. But surely that woman wouldn't have let us in if we weren't meant to be here? Let's just grab a drink." She locked her digits onto my wrist and dragged us over to the old oak bar. A mumble from the sound guy followed a strum from a bass guitar averted my attention back to the stage, where the band all lounged on their instruments. Not one of them looked happy, or at least grateful to be having the opportunity they were having. The sound guy looked at lot older than the band, with thick grey hair coating his face. He was kinda hot. With a few whacks of the drummers wooden sticks, the band proceeded to start an unfamiliar song that I'd obviously never heard before.
