13/02/1970
I looked over at my best friend, (y/bf/n) as we grabbed our instruments, looking over the bar before we started playing "eight days a week" a classic starter of our gigs that we play every week. I concentrated on my bass line as (y/bf/n) sang the pre chorus before I joined in, harmonising on the riff, I watched over the crowd, people chatting, drinking, having fun, and some just concentrating on the music.
We played a few more songs off our set list before my friend took a break to get us some more drinks, after removing my purple sweater I took the acoustic guitar into my own hands and removed the capo, taking a deep breath I started strumming the pattern to one of my favourite songs. "The hand that wrote this letter sweeps this pillow clean..." Looking around I could see people stare in my direction, transfixed on the music. As I played the final verse I took one last look towards the crowd, my eyes immediately connecting with bright mismatched ones, a tall, long haired man stood a few feet before me, his name popping in my head like fireworks.
My stomach dropped, did he think I was good?Was he gonna lecture me for butchering his song? I don't know, before my questions got answered he smiled at me and walked to the bar. I hastily called (y/bf/n) over, she walked towards me, 2 pints of cider in her hand. "What?" She asked , handing me a glass, I sighed. "Didn't you see who was standing there?!" She shook her head. "I don't know? Some guy with long hair?" I nodded. "Yes! That's David Bowie you idiot!"
"Oh the space something guy you obsess over." I rolled my eyes, we picked up our instruments and continued our set list, my voice shaking as I looked around, trying to find him among the large amounts of drunk people yet i was unsuccessful, maybe I was going crazy.
After we finished our performance we started packing up, placing the guitars into the cloth bags and placing them on the side before downing my drink. I conversed with (y/bf/n) for a while about the gig before she flashed me an excited look before walking towards the bar, confused I looked around until I noticed the same tall man walking towards me. My heart pounded out of my chest, what would I say?
He smiled at me. Before picking up a conversation, my cheeks blushing red with every word, we laughed, drank and talked about music. "So I'm starting this band, I heard you play the bass, you're really good and I can't find anyone." He said. Of course I want to join, but I was nervous, plus could I really just leave (y/bf/n) like that? "I'll think about it."
I smiled before grabbing my guitar and thanking him for the drinks. "I'll see you around." He grinned at me while I left the bar, walking down the small side street in the darkness, shaking, I immediately remembered that I forgot my sweater, I guess I'll have to see him again then.
