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Swallow This
PoisynAngel
It was a dive bar on the south side. They rarely attracted any big names but every once in a while the barely lucid patrons were treated as guinea pigs for new material from a well known band. Usually they were guys that got their start playing late night gigs on Sunday nights or they used to drink there after band practice. Mostly it was a place for wannabe's to talk smack about some hole in the wall record producer that was going to make them into a big star. Sometimes you ran into a haggard groupie who told half-truths about the rock stars she slammed with back in the day.
I came in there once in a while to chat with my friend Justin who bartended there. Usually it was just a pit stop on my way downtown to the happening clubs. I grabbed a Jack and Coke from my friend and sat listening to a watered down version of Bodies coming from a tired looking boy on stage. I sipped my drink while I waited for my friend to take a break. I barely noticed when the band stopped and some roadies started testing equipment. Justin motioned to me that it would be a few more minutes and I left to go check my makeup in the mirror. I was meeting a girlfriend later who promised to introduce me to her boyfriend's super cute brother. I had dressed more casual than usual, wearing a pair of tight black satin pants and black T-shirt that that had a pair of red lips sequined across my chest. The red contrasted nicely with my long dark hair and I had painted my own lips cherry red to match my shirt. I adjusted my makeup, shook out my hair and headed back to the table.
Justin was waiting for me and I sat down in a chair across from him with my back to the stage. We chatted for a few minutes while another band warmed up. Several times I winced at the shrill sounds coming from the amps but I was pretty used to the mediocre talent by now. Several more minutes passed and Justin and I joked about bands we had seen here and then a slow guitar began to ease in between the conversation and drunken laughter. I didn't pay much attention at first and then slowly realization dawned on me as the voice that had imbedded itself into my mind so deeply I could recognize it in the loudest of crowds made its way to me. I glanced quickly at Justin to see a slow smile spread across his face. Almost knocking over the table I whipped around in my chair and not even 20 feet away from me he stood. His long blonde hair falling around his face, partially covering his baby blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a muscle shirt just as he had fifteen years ago. As he sang a song I knew by heart I could only watch, hardly imagining that there were only 20 other people in this room with him and I. His smooth bluesy voice rang out over the listless patrons as they talked amongst themselves. I was lost in a reverie of steel guitars, drums and that yankee voice with the slight southern twang.
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