Quincy & Malaika.. if y'all see this, I'm so sorry!
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re·mem·brance
/rəˈmembrəns/
noun
the action of remembering something.
"a flash of understanding or remembrance passed between them"
You will remember her...
《Lightning Strikes Twice》 ✦ The eyes are gateways to other people's souls,
but you wanna graze my soul?
Listen to my music..
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SN: Her outfit is ^ and the song she covered will be above as well ^^ ✨
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I haven't seen or heard from Quincy since the photo shoot at KeKe's. I didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing because I still felt incredibly confused about the whole situation. I, however, agreed to leave it in the past and just move forward.
It's not like it would have bloomed into anything more anyways..
It was Sunday night, which meant Open Mic Night at the Italian-German lounge I worked at. "Soprano's" was it's name, simply.
It had a dark theme to it to match it's vibe; there were dimly lit lights to set the mood, red wine was served often with the appetizers ; instead of happy hour, ours was midnight hour and we had our own jazz band to play in the background called "The Beets".
The owner and founder was Mike Soprano, a former Italian singer in his own right. Mike had the slick hair style like Danny Zuko from Grease just with way more grey hairs, he always wore a leather jacket, he obtained a pot belly, he was at most 5'9 as far as height goes and he had the famous Italiano accent.. the typical.
He was a nice man overall except for when he made me work overtime or stay a bit longer than usual without pay. He would perform here often as the opening act until he found out I had some good pipes myself. He took that and ran with it, placing me as the opening act every Sunday night where he would instead, observe from the audience. Mike became even more assertive with his choice because it seemed to bring the crowd in more once my name and voice got around.
At the lounge, I played bartender, opening act and bottle girl all at once without the double pay which was absolutely amazing..
Who doesn't love not getting payed for juggling multiple positions at once?
Sighing, I headed to the back area where I began adjusting my makeup and fluffing my now curly hair, for the night. I already had on a black crop top, matching tight black leggings and my basic black and white vans. It wasn't a special occasion, not to me anyways, and it was gonna be a long night so I might as well be comfortable.
Walking out from the back, I could hear slow, jazz music begin playing, letting me know that the night was about to get started as more people began entering the lounge.
I looked around the medium-sized space and took in how fast the tables and seats were being filled. It's gonna be a long night I already knew from the many eyes averting to the bar.
