tss
tss of the ride cymbal, and the cymbal and the bass faded,
and faded,
and faded,
and was tiny as a mouse before we breathed in, breathed out, and relaxed. The crowd hung, and then a roar of applause cantered through the small space in every cubic inch of air. Applause, a reciprocal gesture of appreciation for our art and our performance, echoed back among us.
"On drums, Johnny X," and a roar as he stood and a quick bow. "On bass guitar Steve Harvester," bow, cheer, "Kurt Lobel on lead guitar," nod, cheer, "And I am Todd Keefe and we are The Dawn Ego." One final resounding cheer. We put our instruments down, and played the mix tape in the deck hooked up to the PA system for the post-show music.
The energy in the room was enthusiastic and beautiful as friends and family of the band surrounded each member. The virtual line separating the performance space from the audience blurred to nothing. Waves of bodies congregated around each of them like networked nodes thirsty for energy.
Jenny sprouted up and swept her arms around me in an enthusiastic and warm embrace. Her strength and support was just as evident in her hug as her endearing lust and pride. Jenny put her lips next to my ear as a whizzle of chatter filled the room.
"You were incredible!" She whispered. She kissed my cheek, and continued up my jawline, "and hot!" She bit my earlobe and a tingle of warmth shot up my legs.
"What do you really think of it, since you've seen us in practice?"
She pulled back for her frank review.
"Obviously, you guys were ready for an audience. I know you were nervous...not for the performing part but for the songs. You really pulled it off."
"We did?"
"You did. Did you see Mr. Lloyd is here?"
"Who?"
"English? He came. He was beaming the whole show!"
"I didn't know he even cared - I don't mind being wrong."
"Yeah. He left right away, but you could tell he really liked it. Todd, your English teacher came to your show!"
Jenny's attention turned to Paul as he walked up.
"That was great," he said, sticking his hand out. I enjoyed it a lot."
"I am glad you did. Did you make a lot of money?"
"Best night I've ever had, as a matter of fact. You guys are welcome to come back whenever you want - next week, or two weeks to get a break, and in the meantime if you have any friends who want to come and do a show... whatever!"
"Thanks, Paul. I'll talk to the guys."
Paul nodded with a smile and watched the patrons slowly filter out.
"Take your time packing up. I still have cleaning and stuff to do, anyway." He turned and walked behind the counter.
"I suppose we should get out of his hair. Want to lend a hand?" Jenny nodded with her hands clasped in front of her, her breasts smooching out in her sweater. She looked amazing.
We began unhooking and crating cables, moving boxes and amps toward the mental door, organizing, securing, and making sure everything was in its right place.
John ran out of the cafe to fetch the van and pull it up beside the building. Once the band had finished with their goodbyes and we were the only people left in the building, it was only a matter of a half hour before the van was packed and ready to go.
I led the way back in, checking the floor for scratches, trash, or any other nuisance we may have caused. Nothing
tss of the ride cymbal, and the cymbal and the bass faded,
and faded,
and faded,
and was tiny as a mouse before we breathed in, breathed out, and relaxed. The crowd hung, and then a roar of applause cantered through the small space in every cubic inch of air. Applause, a reciprocal gesture of appreciation for our art and our performance, echoed back among us.
"On drums, Johnny X," and a roar as he stood and a quick bow. "On bass guitar Steve Harvester," bow, cheer, "Kurt Lobel on lead guitar," nod, cheer, "And I am Todd Keefe and we are The Dawn Ego." One final resounding cheer. We put our instruments down, and played the mix tape in the deck hooked up to the PA system for the post-show music.
The energy in the room was enthusiastic and beautiful as friends and family of the band surrounded each member. The virtual line separating the performance space from the audience blurred to nothing. Waves of bodies congregated around each of them like networked nodes thirsty for energy.
Jenny sprouted up and swept her arms around me in an enthusiastic and warm embrace. Her strength and support was just as evident in her hug as her endearing lust and pride. Jenny put her lips next to my ear as a whizzle of chatter filled the room.
"You were incredible!" She whispered. She kissed my cheek, and continued up my jawline, "and hot!" She bit my earlobe and a tingle of warmth shot up my legs.
"What do you really think of it, since you've seen us in practice?"
She pulled back for her frank review.
"Obviously, you guys were ready for an audience. I know you were nervous...not for the performing part but for the songs. You really pulled it off."
"We did?"
"You did. Did you see Mr. Lloyd is here?"
"Who?"
"English? He came. He was beaming the whole show!"
"I didn't know he even cared - I don't mind being wrong."
"Yeah. He left right away, but you could tell he really liked it. Todd, your English teacher came to your show!"
Jenny's attention turned to Paul as he walked up.
"That was great," he said, sticking his hand out. I enjoyed it a lot."
"I am glad you did. Did you make a lot of money?"
"Best night I've ever had, as a matter of fact. You guys are welcome to come back whenever you want - next week, or two weeks to get a break, and in the meantime if you have any friends who want to come and do a show... whatever!"
"Thanks, Paul. I'll talk to the guys."
Paul nodded with a smile and watched the patrons slowly filter out.
"Take your time packing up. I still have cleaning and stuff to do, anyway." He turned and walked behind the counter.
"I suppose we should get out of his hair. Want to lend a hand?" Jenny nodded with her hands clasped in front of her, her breasts smooching out in her sweater. She looked amazing.
We began unhooking and crating cables, moving boxes and amps toward the mental door, organizing, securing, and making sure everything was in its right place.
John ran out of the cafe to fetch the van and pull it up beside the building. Once the band had finished with their goodbyes and we were the only people left in the building, it was only a matter of a half hour before the van was packed and ready to go.
I led the way back in, checking the floor for scratches, trash, or any other nuisance we may have caused. Nothing
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