Not a Terrible Gig (April)

The bar wasn't particularly busy tonight, but a gig was a gig and the rent was coming up due. Paige's Viewtube videos didn't cover expenses, and after that one incident when she was nineteen, she swore she was never working in a coffee shop again. She wasn't the only act tonight, though; the place had apparently booked multiple musicians at the same time, so she ended up with the first act for a couple of hours.

She sat on stage, her purple guitar plugged into the bar's less-than amazing sound system as she looked out over the crowd. She had started off just playing cover songs, things people would recognize as time went on. Rather slowly, if Paige had anything to say on the matter. For the most part no one was really paying attention, and not many recognized her, but she still played her heart out.

She reached her final song, deciding to end on a more touching note.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love..."

She ended the song rather emotionally, resisting the urge to tear up a little as she packed up her guitar, stored them in the back, and then made her way to the bar to spend a good chunk of her earnings for the night--she felt she earned that after all. She was wearing a low-cut hot pink top, tight black jeans, and hot pink flats, a jacket draped over her shoulder.

She slid into the barstool, waving down the bartender. "Daiquiri, keep em coming if you don't mind," she said with a polite nod to the young man, who obliged. Sipping her first drink, green eyes scanned the bar, looking around for a moment before turning back to her drink and taking a rather healthy swig.