The door flung open and from a rusty driver's seat she stepped, eyes wandering from behind light brown lenses of a kitty kat frame, jacket shook off and the slam of the copper door. Then, the steps, as the fluid stride of the Bandit Queen headed for the Club.
She'd heard of it, in town, and it had sparked interest. Waitressing (an excuse to get closer to the vibe), even some performances was what she hankered for, missing the music almost painfully in recent days. Her life had become a playground of action and firestarting, and while she loved it, so too did she pine for the cool shadows of a club, nestled on stage in sparkle, kicking her heels and belting a tune, with that voice of her hers, close to the ear like torches burning, mellifluous as she strode spunky under limelight...
Snapping out of her desiree, she pushed her forecaster into her belt, hiding it behind the jackets arm how she held it, and cleared her throat.
"Hellloooo in there! Meetin' with a Kina I do believe?"
A rap at the door and she stood tall, nudging the shades to the tip of her nose and awaiting that door to open.
She'd heard of it, in town, and it had sparked interest. Waitressing (an excuse to get closer to the vibe), even some performances was what she hankered for, missing the music almost painfully in recent days. Her life had become a playground of action and firestarting, and while she loved it, so too did she pine for the cool shadows of a club, nestled on stage in sparkle, kicking her heels and belting a tune, with that voice of her hers, close to the ear like torches burning, mellifluous as she strode spunky under limelight...
Snapping out of her desiree, she pushed her forecaster into her belt, hiding it behind the jackets arm how she held it, and cleared her throat.
"Hellloooo in there! Meetin' with a Kina I do believe?"
A rap at the door and she stood tall, nudging the shades to the tip of her nose and awaiting that door to open.