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thisevilhandLindsey had only sung here the once, at one of their regular open mic nights, but he must've made an impression. 'Cause not only had the bar manager gotten his name, when the guy supposed to open tonight called out sick, it was Lindsey's phone that rang.
And since he didn't exactly have plans for the night other than the research he wasn't telling anybody about, Lindsey'd decided what the hell, and grabbed his guitar. Music might not pay the kinds of bills he wanted to have, but a few bucks for doing something he loved while he couldn't do the job he'd trained for... he wasn't gonna complain about that.
It wasn't a full set or anything, just a few songs to get the crowd warmed up - and for the house band to get a few drinks in 'em before they took the stage. The song he started with wasn't one of his own, was too sappy to his mind, but it usually went over well, and tonight was no exception. It let him build the energy in the bar slowly, too, and by the time he left the stage and headed to the bar, they were ready for the band.
And Lindsey, was ready for a drink.
And since he didn't exactly have plans for the night other than the research he wasn't telling anybody about, Lindsey'd decided what the hell, and grabbed his guitar. Music might not pay the kinds of bills he wanted to have, but a few bucks for doing something he loved while he couldn't do the job he'd trained for... he wasn't gonna complain about that.
It wasn't a full set or anything, just a few songs to get the crowd warmed up - and for the house band to get a few drinks in 'em before they took the stage. The song he started with wasn't one of his own, was too sappy to his mind, but it usually went over well, and tonight was no exception. It let him build the energy in the bar slowly, too, and by the time he left the stage and headed to the bar, they were ready for the band.
And Lindsey, was ready for a drink.
