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Authors: Nicola Claire
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Mystery, Private Investigators, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Romantic Comedy, romantic suspense, Mystery & Suspense
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something had happened to upset me, and not one of them flashed me a warning frown or accusing glare, they simply turned the embarrassing episode into a spontaneous opportunity to jam and showcase their individual talents.
Three minutes later, each having performed their hearts out, I was back. Nick Anscombe could go to darn hell, he would not be the reason I lowered my standards and let these awesome musicians down. I took my cue when Spike finished his solo, the last of the three to perform, and turned back to face the audience, beginning a solo of my own. Making the whole event into a well planned and thought out performance showcasing each member of the band's talents. As my solo came to an end I introduced each member of the band, allowing the crowd gathered at Sweet Seduction the chance to show their appreciation with applause. When I'd done all three, Gus took over and called out my name, which incredibly caused the entire room to erupt into a standing ovation, which was completely over the top, but egged on by all three of my band members.
I blinked several times, determined not to let cowgirls worldwide down and cry at the obvious outpouring of care - not only from my band, who I was beginning to fall in love with, but also from the strangers and old friends who really were strangers, in the room.
As soon as the clapping stopped, I picked up the next song on our play list and got us back on track and heading for the finale at the end. Thunder Rolls had originally been third up on the list, but with the local response I'd been getting from the recorded track airing on local radio stations, we'd decided to place it at the end of the set. It now made up our final piece, and with Garth's extra live performance verse thrown in, it had become a scene stealer. Perfect for finishing the performance with.
The room erupted in delight when the first few chords sounded, Gus having started the "thunder" that played during the song, making an eerie booming storm sound roll across the room. There was always such a thrill when that thunder began rolling over us. I'd seen Garth Brooks perform it live in Nashville. It was the highlight of my life. I never thought I'd get a similar response, albeit from a fraction of the amount of people than Garth normally had before him, but now I did. I'd paid good money to legally be able to sing this song. There were others in my repertoire that I didn't seek licenses for, but Garth deserved recognition for this one and as I'd laid a track professionally for radio purposes, it had been the only way to go.
I hoped one day to meet him personally. But the chances of that were slim. I might have had an indie following back in Nashville on the local honky-tonk scene, but I'd never play The Grand Ole Opry . That was OK though, I enjoyed what I did. The close personal atmosphere of a room full of genuinely attentive people like now, here in Sweet Seduction, practising in front of a small group of extremely appreciative people. People who may not have normally listened to Country. But who all looked like they'd loved the show.
Lucas, the barista, was up behind the espresso machine as soon as the performance ended, and began preparing after show drinks for everyone to enjoy. Voices were high and loud, the atmosphere upbeat and zapping with electricity. The rush after a show seeping into the guys' and my bones. I placed the borrowed Breedlove into its battered case reverently. It hadn't done half bad as a loaner. If I wasn't so in love with Martin D28s, I'd consider jumping ship to Breedlove. It didn't quite have the same resonance as my old Martin, but it had a certain something, that worked I think.
While the guys chatted away to each other and some of the audience who'd come up to share their appreciation verbally, I checked my cellphone to make sure Dad was OK and hadn't been forced to call from the phone I had placed next to his bed. There were two messages, but not from Dad. Both were from
Three minutes later, each having performed their hearts out, I was back. Nick Anscombe could go to darn hell, he would not be the reason I lowered my standards and let these awesome musicians down. I took my cue when Spike finished his solo, the last of the three to perform, and turned back to face the audience, beginning a solo of my own. Making the whole event into a well planned and thought out performance showcasing each member of the band's talents. As my solo came to an end I introduced each member of the band, allowing the crowd gathered at Sweet Seduction the chance to show their appreciation with applause. When I'd done all three, Gus took over and called out my name, which incredibly caused the entire room to erupt into a standing ovation, which was completely over the top, but egged on by all three of my band members.
I blinked several times, determined not to let cowgirls worldwide down and cry at the obvious outpouring of care - not only from my band, who I was beginning to fall in love with, but also from the strangers and old friends who really were strangers, in the room.
As soon as the clapping stopped, I picked up the next song on our play list and got us back on track and heading for the finale at the end. Thunder Rolls had originally been third up on the list, but with the local response I'd been getting from the recorded track airing on local radio stations, we'd decided to place it at the end of the set. It now made up our final piece, and with Garth's extra live performance verse thrown in, it had become a scene stealer. Perfect for finishing the performance with.
The room erupted in delight when the first few chords sounded, Gus having started the "thunder" that played during the song, making an eerie booming storm sound roll across the room. There was always such a thrill when that thunder began rolling over us. I'd seen Garth Brooks perform it live in Nashville. It was the highlight of my life. I never thought I'd get a similar response, albeit from a fraction of the amount of people than Garth normally had before him, but now I did. I'd paid good money to legally be able to sing this song. There were others in my repertoire that I didn't seek licenses for, but Garth deserved recognition for this one and as I'd laid a track professionally for radio purposes, it had been the only way to go.
I hoped one day to meet him personally. But the chances of that were slim. I might have had an indie following back in Nashville on the local honky-tonk scene, but I'd never play The Grand Ole Opry . That was OK though, I enjoyed what I did. The close personal atmosphere of a room full of genuinely attentive people like now, here in Sweet Seduction, practising in front of a small group of extremely appreciative people. People who may not have normally listened to Country. But who all looked like they'd loved the show.
Lucas, the barista, was up behind the espresso machine as soon as the performance ended, and began preparing after show drinks for everyone to enjoy. Voices were high and loud, the atmosphere upbeat and zapping with electricity. The rush after a show seeping into the guys' and my bones. I placed the borrowed Breedlove into its battered case reverently. It hadn't done half bad as a loaner. If I wasn't so in love with Martin D28s, I'd consider jumping ship to Breedlove. It didn't quite have the same resonance as my old Martin, but it had a certain something, that worked I think.
While the guys chatted away to each other and some of the audience who'd come up to share their appreciation verbally, I checked my cellphone to make sure Dad was OK and hadn't been forced to call from the phone I had placed next to his bed. There were two messages, but not from Dad. Both were from
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