Jolene Juliana started as a scrappy, pissed off, punk singer from Chicago, Illinois that caught a break, which in turned caused her to break. From sold out shows to controversy, drama, music, break-ups, drugs, all while trying to get a hold on her m...
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The words I'm starving came from both the comedian and the singer, eliciting them to change their route back to the hotel they would be posting at to a big ass barbeque joint on main street. Drifter's was a must for the singer who ate predominately vegetarian. That is until it came down to barbeque. Even as a city girl, she loved the country vibe that Nashville had. It was so full of character and color and thankfully was a breath of fresh air for her every time she came to the southern city. It was where she was discovered of course. As the two were escorted in, Pete couldn't help but flip off a paparazzi yelling things about the two of them obnoxiously at them. The two were led up to an outer patio that had been reserved for the two, giving them a good deal of space from the crowd at the busy restaurant. It was mid October so the large electric heaters gave a soft hum over the covered patio and where a small stage was where a woman and man sang their own country songs. Pete looked bewildered at the space.
"You doin' okay, city slickah?" She asked, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.
"Oh yeah, I just feel normally dressed. Like when do I get my ceremonial cowboy hat, matching boots, and inherent racism?" He asked, giving her a stretch, closed smile.
"Petey, if you want a pair of spurs for your boots, I'll get them for you. I promise!" Pete laughed before shaking his head. She was stunning when she was being playful. She looked like one of those mischievous anime characters. Her messy black hair streaming down across her neck seemed to dance lightly in the small heat waves coming off of the red glow above them in each corner of the patio.
"Okay, confession, I don't think I've ever had Nashville barbeque, so guide me master Jo," He smiled, doing the last part in his best Yoda impression.
"Never?! Haven't you performed here?" She asked, slack jawed and wide eyed.
"Yes! But my friends just wanted to go to the Rainbow Room!" He defended himself.
"Okay, that is very fair, I do love the Rainbow Room, but between you and me," She shook her head, "It's all style and no substance."
Her small rant that continued about the Rainbow Room had totally faded for Pete as she passionately discussed Nashville cuisine to him. Why was he so infatuated with her? He knew that he was in no place to be feeling like this. Let alone about another pop singer.
"Okay, so for starters, we /gotta/ get hot fried pickles. They're seriously- SO good!" She moaned about pickles and for some reason it took Pete back to their heated session in the air B&B just a few weeks ago. "And we both have to get the Drifter sandwich . . ."
As she was eagerly pointing stuff out on the menu, Pete caught her scent. It was like coconut rum. Intoxicating and sweet, but something a girl who wanted someone to notice would wear. Was he who she wanted to notice her? He shook the thought from his mind as the waiter came up and asked what they were drinking. "Let's start with a pitcher of PBR, yeah?" She went to grab her ID, as well as Pete before the waiter shook his head.
