So, I am pretty talented... But, I don't have money.?I.Will.Not work at that stupid restaurant. I need to put myself out there..
So, I decided to take a bus to the most popular place in London and I sat on the sidewalk and put out a hat and strummed away. I started off with a song by my favorite artist. I got two dollars.. Then I sang a few others. I got Five dollars. I was doing better than I thought I would do. But, I noticed a strange man staring at me. He had Blonde long hair. He kept eyeing me. Finally, he came up to me.
"Excuse me miss.?" He said
"Hello. Can I help you?" I asked.
"Yes. Well. I own a bar. I am always looking for a performer. 80 Bucks every gig you do. I was wondering if you are interested?" He asked
"Yes. I am.. I might need more money than that though."I said I said with embarrassment.
"Well I can bump you up to 90 that's it." He smiled.
"Of course. I would love to. When can I start.?" I asked
"Tonight actually. 8:00. I own 'Music Bar' located down town. Is that okay what's your name love?"
"Of course. I guess I will see you! Oh.. and Sophie I smiled."
I came home and I thought of the "Music Bar"
That's where all the rough people go. Like dark, scary people. Nothing good comes out of that. But, I needed the money. So, I picked out my outfit took a shower and did my hair and makeup. I wore a skinny black sparkle pencil skirt. It was above the knees just by an inch or so. My top was a hot pink sheer, off the shoulder. My shoes where Black and my makeup was Black Smokey eye, pink lips. I looked good. My hair was super straight and I was out the door.
I took a cab.
I got dropped off.
"SOPHIE. OH. MY BEAUTIFUL SOPHIE." The man I saw earlier today yelled.
"Hello. I said in a soft voice.
"You look amazing." He whispered.
"Thanks. Now is that where I go?" I said pointed to the stage.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. I will get you set up. Okay. Now just strum and sing away." He smiled.
"Okay. Thanks." I smiled.
I got up. I saw the crowd of drunk men and some woman looking at me. I started.
"I wanna be drunk when I wake up. On the right side of the wrong bed...." I continued to sing everyone looked up. A few faces smiled. Some just whistled. But, I locked eyes with this one man. His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. His facial features were beautiful. As he puffed a puff a cigarette smoke in the air I almost forgot the lyrics to the song. I looked away. He was somewhat haunting. He was scary, his dark face. His leather jacket. His chocolate eyes. I was Hypnotized .
I sang my songs I smiled and I has the best time of my life. The people were inviting. It was fun.
But, my gig was over. I left. I had to walk home. It was only 20 min. But, still. I stepped out into the rain and I tried to walk away.
"You need a ride." A dark thick accent spoke.
I turned to see the boy that hypnotized me.
"No. Thanks though." I said
"It's pouring.. I think I can-"
"I said its okay." I cut him off and walked.
He walked in front of me.
"Get in my car. I will take you we're you want to go." He said.
I gave in, letting the beautiful boy take me.
"Whatever." I got into the black new car. It smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
I shifted in the seat of the car.
I couldn't stop staring at his features.
"Um. Can I help you?" He said in an annoyed tone.
"Sorry." I whispered. I thought to myself how big of an asshole I was for staring.
"Why do you want to take me home?" I asked
"The area is bad. Okay?." He snapped. It seemed like he was annoyed by my simple question. Even though it was his idea.
"Sorry" I said.
"Is that the only god damn thing you say.?" He mumbled.
"Sorry!" I said with a bunch of attitude.
He let out a chuckle.
"Want one.?" He said pulling out a cigarette.
"No thanks." I said.
He lit it. The way he moved, was beautiful. He let a puff of smoke out and he looked over at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked
"Yeah.. Why wouldn't I be? I questioned.
"You keep staring." He said.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful eyes?." I asked
"No." He spat.
"Well, you do" I said touching his hand.
He quickly pulled away. His hands were cold. They seemed like nobody ever held them. Did he have a bad past? Did he have a bad breakup? All the questions swelled my head.
Why did he try to help me, but now he is acting so coldly towards me?
I want to at least be friendly. I mean, he helped me.
"Keep going straight and make 4 rights and that's my house." I said
"Okay. Can I have your name?" He asked.
"Sophia. But, please call me Sophie.. You?"
"Zayn." He said pulling to a stop.
"Okay. Thanks. I said getting out of the car.
"Whatever." He said driving away.
