A Spontaneous Fate

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

        Time went by quickly and it was one week before Halloween. During the month I continued to work at the bar as a singer and waiteress even though Mason told me I needed to stop before I blew out my voice. I haven’t taken his advice too seriously because my voice was just fine. I barley noticed how time flew and how much money I had spent in the last months. Paying rent, paying for gas, helping with groceries, and other necessities were adding up. My saved money was gone already and I was living of the money from singing and waitressing. I was just making it by, luckily.

       Besides some added stress in my life, I understood the guitar more and stopped playing my cello altogether because I was too preoccupied with learning. I learned the chords to a new song that Mason wrote. He was a good writer. Hell, who was I kidding. Mason was talented. His writing was dark, raw, and sensual. There are so many other adjectives to describe how great his songs were. That day he was teaching me the cords to the new song he wrote when he decided to drop a bomb on me.

      "So, Amelia, you need to learn three more songs on the guitar and sing all of them."

      My eyes popped out of their sockets. I take back ever compliment I just gave him.       "Why," I squeaked

      “We have a gig at Wildfire on Halloween." Of course, my immediate reaction was to punch him in the gut, so I did. He gasped for air and fell to the ground. "You bitch."

     "Me the bitch? We have a gig in one week! One week and I have to learn three more songs and then we have to practice them with the band. And you call me the bitch. Now get up and teach me theses songs." I stopped my foot like a toddler during my rant but he finally got up and taught me.

     That's how everything went down.

    One week later and it was my first live performance as an official member of The Travelers. Before my first performance I was spending some quality time in Wildfires lady's room toilet and floor. Which were both incredibly grimy by the way. Currently I was a puking my guts out in the toilet.

    To think I thought I wasn't going to be nervous. I mean, the first time I was on stage I was calm, cool, and collected. I didn’t want to let the guys down; they were so close to getting signed. If I ruined this then it would be over. Oh, God. Now I was sweating from nervousness and I was hoping there weren’t any sweat stains on my favorite dress,

    Come on Amelia, you can do this. I chanted to myself. The band is counting on you. Get your ass up off this grimy floor before you get an STD. I attempted to stand but more vomit came and I was back to the toilet.

   Amelia, are you in there?" The best answer I could give the voice was the sound of me throwing up. I heard someone say shit and shuffling of feet. "Amelia?" I turned around to see Mason. Great. Just great.

   "That's my name-" I didn't get to finish my snarky comment because I felt more vomit come up. I stopped it before anything came up.

   "Are you okay?" He asked slowly. I turned to glare at him.

   "Do I look okay?" I turned to stare at him and he scrunched his nose up.

"No, you don't. You have a little throw up right…there." He pointed next to his chin. The embarrassment that I felt at the moment made me want to hide under a rock.  

      "What’s wrong with you?" Was he that oblivious?

      "What’s wrong with me?" My voice went up an octave because of the stupid question he asked. “Well, let's see you tell me that I have my first gig and then you tell me I had to learn three new songs in one week! Now I'm probably going to forget the lyrics and the chords. Next thing you know people are yelling “boo” and you are kicking me out of the band and then-," I didn't finish my incredibly long sentence because I felt another vomiting spell coming along. I really can't go on.