| 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. |
