Stumbling out into the corridor
my ears pounded to the sound of Rogers drum kit and my body felt alive, as if Brian's electric guitar had shocked me.
There was a small pit of dismay in my stomach that it was over. I mean I was going to try and find the band to thank them for the show, but after that I'll just be on my way home, back to my strict father imposing his ideal expectations for me.
I was making my way to the exit when I accidentally bumped into a smaller, blonde girl stood chatting to her dark haired friend.
"Oh goodness, I'm terribly sorry," I began yelling over the new set that had began playing in the other room,
"I'm looking for the band."
Her blue eyes sparkled in the light as she smiled, clearly not bothered with my interruption to the conversation they were having.
"They're usually out back," she called to me as I nodded, making my way to the end of the corridor.
She was beautiful. One of the prettiest women I'd ever seen.
In fact she was the prettiest.
My realisation of this caused me to turn around.
"I like your coat," I gestured, just to admire her beauty once more.
"Awh thank you," she began to blush a little before her sassier friend piped up from the corner.
"She got it from Biba...she works there."
I took her emphasis on those certain words as a hint that I should go to this place if I wanted to see her again, and with that thought in mind I headed outside into the chilled air, stumbling upon 2/3 of the band who were sat hanging out the back of their van.
"I-I liked the show," I said a little nervously, embarrassed at my sudden lack of confidence as I approached them.
My body adjusted to the strange contrast from the noise in there to the quietness out here, as I realised my heart was beating extremely loudly.
"Yeah, thanks mate," Brian nodded back to me as he looked down to his guitar to sort out the stringing.
"I've been following you for awhile now," I nodded, digging deep to pull out the confidence I usually had.
"Your name, 'smile', makes sense for a dental student. And you, physics isn't it that you study ?" I asked Brian, already knowing.
"Yeah," Brian nodded.
"I write songs," I decided to change the subject. Now I had them on my good side I wanted to broach an idea.
"I was thinking maybe you might want to look at them."
"I mean, thanks, but our lead singer just quit," Roger announced, taking a long breath in through his cigarette, blowing it out slowly causing the hot smoke to dance through the air.
My ears pricked up suddenly.
"So I suppose you'll need someone new?"
"People don't want to play shitty Uni gigs, We'll never find anyone," Brian shook his head confidently.
"...what about me?" I asked, changing my position slightly awkwardly.
"Not with them teeth mate," Roger fired back, laughing a little as he tuned to Brian who was smiling at Rogers cheap joke too.
They saw me as a laughing stock and I needed to change their minds.
Instead of putting my head down and walking away, I built up the strong courage and sang as well as I could the chorus of the song I had originally wanted to show them.
Silence filled the air.
They both looked pleasantly stunned, meaning that my job here was successfully done.
"I'll be in touch,"
I said before slipping my right hand in my back pocket and slowly walking away.
"Hey, do you place bass?" One of them called to me as I answered, with my radiating confidence,
"Nope!"
