Sincerity Calls

Chapter One

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CHAPTER ONE:

Adam

I hit the Mic in one last attempt to see if it's working. It should be working and everybody is looking to me like I caused the problem with it. The fact of the matter is that the mic was working for the previous person before me. It's no wonder they are giving me weird stares, the mic should be working right now.

I tap it one more time before sending a quick prayer to God saying "Please"

The Mic starts to function properly and I smile happily before turning my head to the small audience in front of me.

"Hello, my name is Adam. I hope you like my music." I say quickly adjusting my acoustic guitar strap on my shoulder. Its open Mic night and I always try and perform somewhere new. It isn't hard to find a new place when you live in the city.

The audience mostly ignore me except for one girl’s eyes which are pasted to me. She is alone and her makeup is runny and her hair is a mess. If I had told her that to her face, I would most likely get a slap.

She looks at me like I am her beacon of hope, she wears a very strange expression.  I start singing my song and before I know it everybody is staring at me. But it is not because I'm a good singer. It's because I stopped singing all together. It’s like one of those times where you embarrass yourself so much there is no point in trying to fix it because it’s hopeless. You’ll have better luck next time.

"I'm sorry, this hasn't happened to me before." I say before quickly exiting the stage. I rush out of the back stage doors and outside into the alleyway. There are some performers doing their makeup at mirror stands. It isn't part of the building, yet they always make the space work they told me before I had went out performing.

I run my fingers through my hair quickly and put the guitar in the case leaning against the brick wall. I pick up the guitar case and head straight towards my car. I put the guitar in the back seat and head towards the driver's seat in my small car.

"Hey, hey bible thumper." I hear just before I open the door. There was once a time I would agree with that, but right now, I don't. Derek Tar is looking back at me with his eyes squinting at me. The guy is always tired and trying to keep his eyes open.

"Hey. Is that all? Because I got to go." I reply shortly. I'm not in the mood for a conversation.

"Nope, your performance totally sucked." Derek laughs. "Like really sucked, you just stopped singing." He sounded drunk when he was laughing, just because of his tired characteristic.

I nod. It wasn't my best performance, that's for sure.

"Derek, you need to leave people alone." The racoon eyed girl appears at our sides. I am standing close to my car door so that I don't get run over by traffic. "He is allowed to believe in what he believes in, you are allowed to believe in the trash you do."

"You think you can boss me around? You lost that right when you walked out of my life, now watch me walk out of yours." Derek says annoyed as he walks away. “I was going to give you another chance, but forget it.”

She turns and faces me. "Hi, I'm Rain." She holds out her hands and I notice that they are wet, along with her face except it is dried up more.

"I'm Adam, Rain." I reply shaking her hand.