“Hey Spence, you ready?”
I looked up from my guitar, that I had been tuning for the past 2 minutes, at my sister. I flashed her a smile, “Yeah I think so. Anything from Jai?”
She shook her head, “Sorry not yet, but I’m sure they’ll be here, don’t worry.”
I turned my attention back to my guitar and strummed it a couple of times to make sure it was tuned. I let a few more minutes pass by before finally setting the Gibson-Hummingbird Pro Cutaway Acoustic-Electric Guitar, that my Dad had gotten me a few years ago for my 16th birthday, down on the stand next to me. I stood up, stretching my arms into the air, and took a look around me. We were backstage behind the red curtains of Hotel Café.
Hotel Café is a small, secret little hangout spot in Hollywood where you can enjoy some good food, good drinks and good acoustic music. Our older brother Jayson has been working here for a couple years now and he pulled a few strings with the owner so that Sophie, Brooke and I get to play live music a couple of days a week here.
I caught a glimpse of Sophie who was standing in front of a vanity, putting the last finishing touches on her make up. Her hair was half up half down and she was wearing a maroon strapless dress that flares out at the waste and stops about mid-thigh, with gold sandals.
Ugh, I hate how pretty my sister always looks.
I looked at her from head to toe again before turning around. I walked towards the curtain and took a peak. There’s a pretty good turn out tonight. The Café was about 2/3rds full I noticed and there were a few familiar faces in the crowd, we had some regulars who came to Hotel Café every night we played, and they waved as they spotted me peaking out. I smiled at them and continued to scan the room.
Nothing. They’re not here.
“Spence?”
I quickly let the curtain fall out of my hand and spun around to meet my cousin’s hazel colored eyes. I raised my eyebrows at her, “Brooke, yeah?”
Brooke was wearing a black chiffon-laced romper with a pair of red peep-toe heels with her hair pulled back into a messy bun. “We’re on in fifteen.”
“Okay.” I nodded my head at her.
“You all right Spence?”
“Mmhmm…just nervous that’s all.” I replied as I brushed a hand through my hair.
“Nervous? Spencer we’ve been doing this for months now, you think you’d get over the stage freight.” Brooke wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“Brooke, can I borrow you for a minute?” Jayson interrupted.
She nodded her head and followed him out past the curtain.
I turned around and made my way over to the vanity where my sister was still fixing her make up.
“Nervous?”
I smiled sheepishly at her, “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“You’re all fidgety. You always get fidgety and start to twist your hair around your fingers.”
I dropped my hand from my hair, “Ugh, I don’t know why I get so nervous before going on stage.”
My sister put down her compact and looked at me, “Hey you look good. Is that new?” She gestured to my outfit.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had decided to wear a blue and brown floral high low dress, a jean vest and brown sandals. I let my dark brown hair run half way down my back. “Yeah, Brooke made me buy it the other day.”
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The Promise
FanfictionSpencer Anne Taylor was just a regular teenage girl living in sunny Los Angeles, trying to cope with all of the struggles that her family was going through. Until one day during one of her regular jogs, when she bumps into another jogger and they ac...