Kiss the Sky

Chapter 1 - Summer

"It was a monday night when you told me it was over, babe..."

A rowdy crowd of young men crash through the wooden oak doors, laughing at the top of their lungs whilst shoving each other to be the first to get to the bar.

"And by the friday night, I knew that I would be okay..."

My eyes follow the group as the make their way too the bar, wondering how much more they could drink before they passed out on the floor and Greg, the owner, had to sweep them out the door.

"Don't say it was the best thing, for the both of us..."

The heat from the light above is just starting to get to me. I can feel the back of my neck getting damp as I move toward the edge of the stage.

"When I'm the one that looks like a fool..."

Stage might be a genorous word to use, it's more of a raised platform on the bottom floor of the establishment.

The bar is split into two levels. The bottom floor consists of the 'stage', a dance floor and a few high stools underneath old metal, high, tables around the edges.

"You keep coming back to me, when you're the one that tore use apart..."

Wooden steps lead to the top floor which contains long wooden tables, the actual bar and the open kitchen where patrons can watch the fat, red chef sweat in their food.

"So let me restart..."

The men, unfortunately, take up residence on one of the bottom floor tables.

"Let me restart..."

I'm used to being ogled. Let's be honest, I'm singing in a bar in a mid-riff shirt and wavy skirt. My blonde hair in a high ponytail accentuating my sharp jawline and black eyeliner, my sea blue eyes.

"You've been lightin' up my phone,
worried that I'll be alone tonight..."

I glance again over at the table of men and while many still chat and chuckle loudly, one man catches my eye.

Dark hair long enough to tie in a ponytail, yet short enough that a few pieces fall out around his face.

"Wanna make sure that I'm fine,
But, baby, you're not on my mind, no more..."

It's too dark and I'm too far away to see the colour of his eyes, but, somehow I know that his arent glossed over by alcohol like his friends.

And I'm intrigued.

"I know it was a good thing, for the both of us,

Cause you're the one that looks like a fool..."

My ankles are killing me in these sky high shoes and I that God that this is my last song. I only need to walk home in these horrendous creations of Satan before I can kick them across the room and forget they ever existed.

Until tomorrow night.

"Let me restart..."

My guitarists play the last trill of the song and I feel that I could kiss him.

A round of applause encaptures the bar and I smile and give a small curtsey before helping to pack up the equipment.

I laugh and joke with the band as I carry mic stands and pieces of drum kit to Kyle, the drummer's car.

I decide I've earned myself a drink tonight, though I really can't afford to spend even four dollars on a beer right now, but, restraint is something that evades me.