Tis nothing but a cat
I was so tired. It almost didn't make sense, everything around me was blurry, bur Mr. Kristal wanted me to bring a beer to the band that was backstage, waiting for their moment to shine. The CBGB was a wonderful place, with great acoustic, and a lot of regular visitors. But recently, the owner, Mr. Kristal had accepted to put a couple punk rock bands on the stage, like Television. And tonight, it was the first timeof another N.Y. band, the Ramones.
And, well, I was more a fan of the blues and R&B there was here before.
-Y/N, just, please go give the boys a beer!
I realized I was standing in the middle of the room, lost in my thoughts. I nodded and started to walk towards the door next to the stage.
Back there, there were four guys, all pretty weird, almost laying on the sofa. The entire room was a dirty mess and two of the guys seemed to be pretty high.
As soon as they saw me, one of the guys, the tallest, got up and said:
-Well, sorry for the mess, it was kind of an accident...
-No, it's fine, I sighed. I... Have beers. The four of you are on in ten minutes.
-Ok! Thank you! Um... I'm Joey, that guy's Johnny, tht's Dee-Dee and he's Tommy. I sing. Um...
-I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you. I hope you're better than the last band...
-Hey! Said Dee-Dee. I really liked Television!
-Well, I answered, they were weird and it was not really my type of music. Anyways, I gotta go, I have a bar to hold. Good luck!
When I walked out, I threw a quick glance back in the room and caught Joey's eyes. He smiled at me and I closed the door.
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