The Duet

The Begining

Kyra's P.O.V

"Kyra, love come on. Why are you sleeping at this odd hour?" Zee asked.
"Zee, let me sleep."
"What if I say no?"
"I would press your neck."
"You better not. Come on have some excitement."

I slowly sat up on my bed while glancing at the clock. It showed '4:45'pm.

"Zee, everyday is the same. I go to the same old bar, I sing the same songs and the same people hit on me."
"Well, just a few more days. Once you get in UNI, you can leave this job."
"I am not that good Zee, maybe I will never make it."
"Positivity."

I opened the cupboard to get a dress. I was always instructed to wear short clothes to attract customers and they were so attracted that some of them handed me their house address to sleep with me. I could have considered this offer to make money but I may not be pretty but I respect myself.

I wore a dress that covered till my mid thighs revealing most of my legs and my hands. It was a chilly day yet I was in this attire. I went to the dais with my guitar and started singing one of the songs. The faces looked at me like I was an alien, about to rip me apart. Their eyes were mentally undressing me. One guy came near me and slid a couple of money notes into the bag where I had been collecting money. Then he was about to lift my skirt when my hand removed his. I could not do much as one bad move and I was out of this job forever. That was a very hard thought to think. He was plain drunk and telling him to back off would not be an intelligent move. So I took two steps backwards and continued singing.

The bartender who was my friend looked at me sympathetically as even she had to go through it every day. I finished my last song and looked around the bar to see any sign of applause. "I forgot no one cares about my work." I said sarcastically. I was like a living dead body. I needed a lot of strength to keep going and that was what I lacked. How easily people say that it was going to be ok. Hell it would because you are not a part of it. They pretend to help. They make it more difficult, the people make it more difficult.

I wished the bartender a good night and she reciprocated.

"I have got a bad life. How can I have a good night?" I replied.

I was supposed to get my money that day so I made my way to the manager's office.

"Kyra, come in." He said. I saw him with a couple of two other guys. I swear I decided to kill him if he wanted me to do something with them.

"Sir, my payment."

"Girl, these people want you to sing for their label. I am so proud of it. This is your letter and this is your payment for working here. You can take a break till the project is over. Your advance would be given as you show up there."

I never had been more confused ever in my life.

"What is going on?"
"I am from a production company and want you to record a song. This month we are trying to promote undiscovered and budding talent. Your manager had uploaded songs that you sung on youtube and we could track you down. Where and when to report is given in the letter. Hopefully you would come tomorrow." The man said.
"Why not sir? This would promote our bar right? I would make sure she does." Manager said.
"I will think about it." I replied.
"Hopefully I would see your face tomorrow." The man said and went out.

"Sir I am not planning to go."
"Why Kyra?"
"I want to study music but I don't want to sell records right now."
"What do you mean?"
"Sir, I want to complete my degree and teach music. For me that is more important right now. I would have agreed if this offer came after I completed my UNI. I am not mentally prepared for such a big break."
"You would get money, lots of it to pay for your UNI. If you don't go then you are fired. You need to get rid of your inferiority complex."

I did not reply. I packed my stuff up and got the hell out of there.