and be jealous that Stacy was over there stealing Chris from her?
First of all, Chris was just another idealistic college boy. There were plenty
like him. Sure, he possessed some intangible quality Savannah found immensely
alluring, but she could actually put her fingers on all the personal
characteristics she found charming in Eric. Eric had sparkling blue eyes, great
hair, a magnificent body—which she’d already seen naked—and he was generous,
intelligent, funny, and had the kind of job Savannah believed in. Not just
that, but they shared the same taste in food and television!
“Oh, look, look!” Eric whispered,
pointing to the stage. “Stacy’s up there!”
Savannah turned around just in time to
catch Stacy’s eye. Her pixie face alighted and she waved before wrapping her
hand around the microphone. “Hey, everybody! Thanks for coming out tonight.
Kingsley’s has been kind enough to let me introduce a great new band called
Circle Six. I listened in on their rehearsal this afternoon and, wow, they are
amazing. You’re going to love them. Trust me. So, I’m just going to get out of
the way and let them do their thing.”
When Stacy slipped out from behind the
microphone to climb down from the stage, Savannah bit down on her straw. No
wonder she couldn’t find that damn Sailor Moon shirt—Stacy was wearing it! And
it looked damn good on her, too. Savannah had to sigh. What difference did it
make now? She’d rather impress Eric than Chris, and anyway, the shirt fit tiny
little Stacy much better than it would have fit her. With Savannah’s big boobs
underneath it, the cartoon character would have looked like a lop-sided
bobble-head.
As Stacy took a seat right beside the
stage, their waitress came around to deliver two salmon wraps and heaps of fries.
Savannah had to peek around the waitress to see a mousy girl with long brown
hair approach the microphone. Bringing her hair forward to cover her eyes, she
said, “I get nervous in front of crowds, so I’m just going to hide back here.”
“Aww,” Eric whispered. “Poor thing,
hiding behind her hair...”
“I didn’t know there was a girl in the
band,” Savannah said, more to herself than to Eric.
It was their waitress who responded.
“She’s got a really pretty voice, but she has, like, anxiety attacks about
singing in public.”
For some reason, Savannah had thought
Chris was the band’s lead singer. Maybe because he’d mentioned songwriting when
they spoke. But no, Chris stood stage left of the mousy girl and backed her up
on the violin as a nerdy-looking Asian guy generated atmospheric percussive
sounds from a laptop.
“Bands sure have changed since I was
young,” Eric whispered as he lifted his salmon wrap to his mouth.
Savannah didn’t respond right away.
The music was so captivating she didn’t even want to chew while the band
played. And that waitress was right—damn, that girl could sing! Savannah
couldn’t exactly make out the lyrics, but the sound of her voice was
entrancing. She watched Chris play, though the girl with the long hair largely
blocked her view of him. He looked really into the music, like every ounce of
his energy was going into producing this wonderful sound.
“What kind of music would you call
this?” Eric asked between bites of salmon wrap.
Savannah hadn’t even looked at her
dinner yet. She spritzed her fries with malt vinegar before popping a few in
her mouth. She didn’t feel right about talking while the band was playing, and
so she waited until their first song was done before answering. “I guess you
could call this Trip Hop. It’s almost ambient, but not quite. I think of
ambient music as not having lyrics.”
“Do you like it?” he asked her.
Even with a mouthful of fries,
Savannah nodded vigorously. “Yeah. Oh my god, I totally do. I thought they’d be
some stupid grunge revival band, but I love music like this.” She’d already
taken a bite of her salmon wrap before realizing she
First of all, Chris was just another idealistic college boy. There were plenty
like him. Sure, he possessed some intangible quality Savannah found immensely
alluring, but she could actually put her fingers on all the personal
characteristics she found charming in Eric. Eric had sparkling blue eyes, great
hair, a magnificent body—which she’d already seen naked—and he was generous,
intelligent, funny, and had the kind of job Savannah believed in. Not just
that, but they shared the same taste in food and television!
“Oh, look, look!” Eric whispered,
pointing to the stage. “Stacy’s up there!”
Savannah turned around just in time to
catch Stacy’s eye. Her pixie face alighted and she waved before wrapping her
hand around the microphone. “Hey, everybody! Thanks for coming out tonight.
Kingsley’s has been kind enough to let me introduce a great new band called
Circle Six. I listened in on their rehearsal this afternoon and, wow, they are
amazing. You’re going to love them. Trust me. So, I’m just going to get out of
the way and let them do their thing.”
When Stacy slipped out from behind the
microphone to climb down from the stage, Savannah bit down on her straw. No
wonder she couldn’t find that damn Sailor Moon shirt—Stacy was wearing it! And
it looked damn good on her, too. Savannah had to sigh. What difference did it
make now? She’d rather impress Eric than Chris, and anyway, the shirt fit tiny
little Stacy much better than it would have fit her. With Savannah’s big boobs
underneath it, the cartoon character would have looked like a lop-sided
bobble-head.
As Stacy took a seat right beside the
stage, their waitress came around to deliver two salmon wraps and heaps of fries.
Savannah had to peek around the waitress to see a mousy girl with long brown
hair approach the microphone. Bringing her hair forward to cover her eyes, she
said, “I get nervous in front of crowds, so I’m just going to hide back here.”
“Aww,” Eric whispered. “Poor thing,
hiding behind her hair...”
“I didn’t know there was a girl in the
band,” Savannah said, more to herself than to Eric.
It was their waitress who responded.
“She’s got a really pretty voice, but she has, like, anxiety attacks about
singing in public.”
For some reason, Savannah had thought
Chris was the band’s lead singer. Maybe because he’d mentioned songwriting when
they spoke. But no, Chris stood stage left of the mousy girl and backed her up
on the violin as a nerdy-looking Asian guy generated atmospheric percussive
sounds from a laptop.
“Bands sure have changed since I was
young,” Eric whispered as he lifted his salmon wrap to his mouth.
Savannah didn’t respond right away.
The music was so captivating she didn’t even want to chew while the band
played. And that waitress was right—damn, that girl could sing! Savannah
couldn’t exactly make out the lyrics, but the sound of her voice was
entrancing. She watched Chris play, though the girl with the long hair largely
blocked her view of him. He looked really into the music, like every ounce of
his energy was going into producing this wonderful sound.
“What kind of music would you call
this?” Eric asked between bites of salmon wrap.
Savannah hadn’t even looked at her
dinner yet. She spritzed her fries with malt vinegar before popping a few in
her mouth. She didn’t feel right about talking while the band was playing, and
so she waited until their first song was done before answering. “I guess you
could call this Trip Hop. It’s almost ambient, but not quite. I think of
ambient music as not having lyrics.”
“Do you like it?” he asked her.
Even with a mouthful of fries,
Savannah nodded vigorously. “Yeah. Oh my god, I totally do. I thought they’d be
some stupid grunge revival band, but I love music like this.” She’d already
taken a bite of her salmon wrap before realizing she
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