| Kyle and I arrived at the club at around 6:20. I nervously walked in and looked around. The place was empty. "Quite a crowd tonight" I said sarcastically. "Well, we aren't open until 8:00. I'm Jenna, I own this place." A pretty lady said. I recognized her from high school, but didn't mention anything to avoid conversation. "Cyan" I said shaking her hand. "Its about damn time Cy" Mikal shouted walking over to us. "Chill Mikal, we aren't even late." I said harshly. "Besides who works for who, show some respect" I said back putting my head up proudly. "I respect people who deserve respect, boss" he said mocking me. "Mikal, get off her back" Kyle said getting in his face. "But…" Mikal said being interrupted. "But nothing dude, zip it" Kyle snapped and Mikal walked away pouting. "He is such a little bitch," Kyle said to me, which made me laugh for the first time that day. I looked to my left and saw a picture box. I remember coming here long ago dreaming that someday my picture would be in that picture box. In the box was a picture of me, with Mikal and Kyle behind me in the distance. Above the picture it said "Tonight at the Martini Lounge". Below the picture it said, "Cyan Witherspoon, 2 nights only!" I suddenly got nervous. I never got nervous before shows. "Stop being such a spaz Cyan" I said to myself. Some guy showed me to my dressing room. I closed the door and plopped myself in a chair facing the dressing table and mirror. I propped my hands on the table. I stared at my reflection. My face was pale as a ghost. I pinched at my cheeks a little bit and sighed. "What city are we in next?" I asked myself grabbing my day planner only to drop it on the floor. I bent down to pick it up; when I saw the page it was open to. "Matt Hardy. 32214 Temple ave. Cameron NC 24356" I got choked up. "Stop" I said to myself and quickly closed the book. "Just concentrate on the singing, and it will be over with soon" I said to myself starting to apply some make up. When I was finished I got out my guitar and started warming up. About a half hour later there was a knock at the door. "10 minutes until we open Ms. Witherspoon" a male voice shouted. I yelled Ok and put my guitar down. "You can do this," I said to myself as I walked towards the stage. |
