Karaoke night
Sep. 8th, 2013 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroserose"Actually, I'm leaving town at the end of the month," I said, raising my voice slightly to be heard over a truly mediocre attempt at "Hotel California".
Like most drunks, he didn't take the hint, instead applying his chemically-induced vivacity to this new twist in the conversation. "Oh wow! That's so cool! Where are you headed?"
For all his obnoxiousness, the enthusiasm seemed genuine, and I found myself warming toward him by a degree or two. "Chicago. I'm hoping to find a few more musical opportunities there."
Somewhat to my surprise, this didn't provoke another outpouring of well-lubricated joy. "Wow," he said instead, leaning back against the bar a little and blinking as the information penetrated the fog surrounding his brain. "You going to sing?"
"And play the guitar. I hope so." I took another sip of my suspicious vodka and cranberry, braving the off-tasting juice for the chance to hide exactly how much I was hoping so. How few backup plans, when it came down to it, I really had.
"Wow," he said once again, nodding. Then, with the unshakable and oddly convincing faith reserved for the fool, the young child, and the drunkard: "It'll happen for you." His nodding grew slow, almost portentous. "It'll happen for you. How could it not?"
Like most drunks, he didn't take the hint, instead applying his chemically-induced vivacity to this new twist in the conversation. "Oh wow! That's so cool! Where are you headed?"
For all his obnoxiousness, the enthusiasm seemed genuine, and I found myself warming toward him by a degree or two. "Chicago. I'm hoping to find a few more musical opportunities there."
Somewhat to my surprise, this didn't provoke another outpouring of well-lubricated joy. "Wow," he said instead, leaning back against the bar a little and blinking as the information penetrated the fog surrounding his brain. "You going to sing?"
"And play the guitar. I hope so." I took another sip of my suspicious vodka and cranberry, braving the off-tasting juice for the chance to hide exactly how much I was hoping so. How few backup plans, when it came down to it, I really had.
"Wow," he said once again, nodding. Then, with the unshakable and oddly convincing faith reserved for the fool, the young child, and the drunkard: "It'll happen for you." His nodding grew slow, almost portentous. "It'll happen for you. How could it not?"
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Date: 2013-09-08 03:43 pm (UTC)You're pretty stubborn.