The Singer (M-Open)

(Quinn: https://i.servimg.com/u/f35/17/47/76/16/image20.jpg )


I sat on the stool, guitar on my thigh. I smiled a charming smile which made some of the ladies swoon. I was performing at a local bar in LA, not much but it had decent pay. I sighed, my eyes landing on a certain beauty, causing me to freeze for a moment. I was brought back to earth by the spotlight shining onto me. I shook my head a positioned my hand and cleared my head of everything but my music. Then I took a deep breath and began to sing in a near heavenly voice. 


(The song is: Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips and its only played with a guitar and singing.)

I sang until the song was finished and was told another singer was to come. I nodded and got up, bowing slightly as roars and cheers of the crowd could be heard. I smiled lightly at the girl and waved a little before I walked backstage, set my guitar down, and walked back out into the bar. I ordered a Bud Light and watched the crowd, searching for that girl.

I smiled; spotting the girl with her father. I got up and walked over, "Hello there. I'm Quinn." I said. I put my hand out for her to shake as my skin continued to change colors from the lights. I chuckled and kept my eyes looking into hers.

Seeing someone approached, my lips twisted into a genuine smile. I'm a friendly girl, not one for biting really. As he introduced himself, I kept my steady gaze level with his. Reaching out, I shook his hand gently, introducing myself. "Hello Quin, I'm Lilly." Bobbing my head, I could see my Dad wink at me playfully, raising his eyebrows twice.

I continued shaking her hand gently before I realized I was. I slowly yelled away and said "It's a pleasure to meet you Lilly." I kept my eyes straight on hers, not even taking them off at the slam of the drums.

I noticed he held my hand for a while, but I was knew in town and didn't know the customs. As he yelled, I bobbed my head back as much to say "Same to you". When I heard the slam of drums, I looked to the stage. It was an open mike now, and my Dad staggered up, shoving my arm. "Go on Lils, have a go!" He nodded to Quinn and embarrassed her. "She's got a real bonny voice."

(Crap...I meant to put pulled not yelled...stupid auto-correct)

I smiled and nodded. "I bet she does, why don't you go sing? It's open." I said, tipping my head to the stage. 

((SSS))

I shook my head, backing up a little. "All I sing is rock.." I trailed off, screwing my eyebrows up over my grey eyes. My Dad called. "We got a singer over here!" And the whole crowd turned to look at me as I stood awkwardly, eyes wide, till I finally managed to stutter. "Er-um-well...."

I looked to her and whispered "Do you know, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri? If so ill sing with you if you would like."

My eyes flashed to his face and I nodded, replying. "Yea, I know that. Thanks." I let my grey eyes run round the room, watching the faces with a different intensity. Managing to stumble forwards, I gave a good effort to walk steadily, heart pounding, breath sparked. Thoughts, questions, emotions flooded and barred through me.

I walked beside her motioning for two microphones to be brought up. As I got her on the stage I walked backstage and grabbed my guitar. I stood behind my microphone and waited for her to signal she was ready.

I sang the song softly, strumming my guitar gently to the song. I smiled over at her a couple times, trying to be reassuring because I could near feel her fear.  As the song drew to an end screams and yells rang around the bar. I smiled over at her and nodded "Good job"

As the crowd reacted, I stood back, slightly amazed. I had noticed him smiling at me, and had offered a playful, swift wink in return. Catching his smile and eyes, his praise, I nodded. "Thanks, you too."

I smiled a little brighter, making my smile slightly charming. I nodded "Thank you Lilly." I sighed happily, looking into her eyes.

I smiled and walked off, but didn't follow her. I didn't want her to think I was a stalker or anything. I got another beer and started drinking it, watching the crowd.

My Dad's heavy hand clapped me on the back, practically knocking the wind out of me. I had to swallow hard to make sure I didn't spit my Guinness out! I turned to the bartender and asked politely, folding the little note. "Could you give this to Mister Quinn? He's one of the singers here." I got a gruff grunt and a nod in reply. "Thanks." I smiled sweetly before turning to talk with my Dad, my back knowingly to Quinn.

As a gruff man came up and handed me the note I nodded in thanks and opened it. I grinned and walked out of the bar where I would have a better reception. I got in my truck and turned the key, the engine roaring to life.

I had gone to my house and laid down, not being able to go to sleep I slowly began to think about calling Lilly. I fought with myself about it for a little bit before I decided to call her. I dialed the number on the note and heard it ring. I stayed silent as it rang and rang hoping she would pick up.

Groggily sitting up, I reached for the buzzing mobile and answered. "Hello? Do you know it's five-forty-three? If so, what?" I yawned, stretching one arm above my head, shaking out my wavy hair. Slowly crossing my legs, sleep slowly running from my mind.

I sighed, forgetting the time. "I'm sorry...it's Quinn." I said leaning back awaiting an answer.