GuiTara

🎵~13

🎶There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway ~Jon Bellion

●Tara Afua Henrie●

Three days later

"Ok! That's a wrap on our tenth video." Areli pulled the camera off the tripod stand. "I'll transfer them all to the laptop and select the best for the promotional teasers."

"Awesome." I took my purple masquerade mask off. Areli had customized it to match the colour of my guitar, replacing the wilting feathers with a plastic music note on the right side and included some sparkly silver rhinestones. Thanks to my friend's exceptional creativity, concealing my identity was no longer a problem. However, we still had a few more issues to solve.

Placing the mask on Pam's office desk, I joined Areli in front of the computer. "We need to get the word out by the end of this week."

"No problem." Zazu walked in, balancing his laptop in one hand. "Just finished designing the posters and flyers. Check it out. I made two of them, one in English and the other in Spanish." He put the laptop down next to Areli's. "Since the whole thing is basically music-themed, I went with something bold and bright with a few neon highlights to attract attention. I also made sure to advertise our specials for the night. Now all that's left is finding a stage name for Tara."

"What about the ones Roberto suggested yesterday?" Areli asked, "I thought the 'Starlite' name was cool."

"The fact that the inspiration for that name came from a Barbie movie is ridiculous." I heaved out a breath. "We need something more creative, something that reflects me: Tara."

The office door suddenly swung open. "Yo Tara! Guess what? Guess what?" Roberto barged in, all smiles. "I finally got you a band for the show!"

"Really?" I picked myself up from the chair.

"Yeah. Carlos, one of my old pals from high school, has a band made up of friends from uni. They're called the Stars of the Future, and they've been playing several gigs for the past three years. Check out their clips."

Roberto handed me his phone so I could watch the band perform their rendition of Shawn Mendes' Stitches on the dimly lit stage of a club. It was a five-member group with a tall, dark-haired guy as the lead singer, a dreadlocked guy as the drummer, a goth girl on the keyboard, one blue-haired girl on bass, and a third guy on guitar.

Honestly, they didn't seem like the kind of people I could roll with, but I had to admit, they were really good, especially their lead singer. With his sultry voice and that sick bad-boy rockstar appearance, he could totally give Shaun Mendes a run for his money.

"So?" Roberto asked. "What do you think? They're great, right?"

"Yeah." I gave his phone back to him. "They seem cool. If you can get their manager to come down here for an official talk, maybe we can put the band's name on the show's poster."

"Umm... they don't have a manager yet, but I've already spoken to Carlos, and he said that he will be here with his bandmates at exactly 3 pm, so you can discuss the whole rehearsal thing."

"Ok. Kindly text me when they get here. I'm gonna check on Pam to see if there's anything I can do to help with the decorating."

Slipping past the doors, I greeted Maria, who was single-handedly cooking up a storm in the kitchen. I wondered why until I stepped into the main dining area, and for a minute, I felt lost in the flurry of activities.

Earlier in the week, Pam decided to close down the restaurant so we could prepare adequately for the show and make some minor interior design changes. But from the looks of things, she was rather giving the entire restaurant a serious makeover.