I want to be on TV / the fabulous fantasy life of Hesta, chapter 11
After that first gig we wanted more. We agreed to do another open-mike at the forum before trying for something bigger. We practised a new, longer set list, consisting of three songs I'd written by myself. Stokell didn't seem as bothered that he hadn't had a say in them. But I new he was still playing the game. And the ball was in his court.
Not only was he being nicer about the set lists; he was acting more flirtatious than ever around me.
"What ya doin'?" he asked me in one rehearsal
"Writing"
"What about?"
"People"
"What kind of people?"
"Sexy people"
"Like me?"
"No you're fat"
Stokell furrowed his brow and faked looking hurt. He was actually one of the skinniest guys I knew. Skinny, on the tall side, and devilishly handsome.
"I'll have to start taking the Atkins more seriously then"
"You do that"
He slumped away but he knew I was only joking. And he probably knew that the song I was writing had been about him.
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Sunday came around quickly, it felt like we'd only practised for five minutes and we were here again, dressed in our casual-cool stage wear, bearing telecasters and drum sticks. Stacey and Sarah had become our biggest fans over night and there was a definite buzz around us. We got cheered onto the stage and whooped as we picked up our instruments.
"We are the Enzymes... enjoy!"
My red tank top wasn't the only thing that looked hot that night. Part way through Sanguine's sister I peered over my shoulder to see Stokell's hair falling around his face, as he rocked back and forth, keeping the rhythm guitar rhythmic.
Suddenly, I was in another place, a place where you stand on the stage with your music blasting, and people clapping, and it slows down as you see that guy, standing behind you, with a guitar in his hands, strumming the words you'd wanted to expose for so long. It was another bubble wrap moment. One I'd like to keep safe and stash away for a night when sleep isn't going to happen, you just open up the past and ponder in its truths.
Then you realise you've been working on automatic for the last five minutes, while deep in thought, and your time on stage is over. But it's not all that bad. Because it's just occurred to you that your time with that guy, might only just be beginning.
Not only was he being nicer about the set lists; he was acting more flirtatious than ever around me.
"What ya doin'?" he asked me in one rehearsal
"Writing"
"What about?"
"People"
"What kind of people?"
"Sexy people"
"Like me?"
"No you're fat"
Stokell furrowed his brow and faked looking hurt. He was actually one of the skinniest guys I knew. Skinny, on the tall side, and devilishly handsome.
"I'll have to start taking the Atkins more seriously then"
"You do that"
He slumped away but he knew I was only joking. And he probably knew that the song I was writing had been about him.
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Sunday came around quickly, it felt like we'd only practised for five minutes and we were here again, dressed in our casual-cool stage wear, bearing telecasters and drum sticks. Stacey and Sarah had become our biggest fans over night and there was a definite buzz around us. We got cheered onto the stage and whooped as we picked up our instruments.
"We are the Enzymes... enjoy!"
My red tank top wasn't the only thing that looked hot that night. Part way through Sanguine's sister I peered over my shoulder to see Stokell's hair falling around his face, as he rocked back and forth, keeping the rhythm guitar rhythmic.
Suddenly, I was in another place, a place where you stand on the stage with your music blasting, and people clapping, and it slows down as you see that guy, standing behind you, with a guitar in his hands, strumming the words you'd wanted to expose for so long. It was another bubble wrap moment. One I'd like to keep safe and stash away for a night when sleep isn't going to happen, you just open up the past and ponder in its truths.
Then you realise you've been working on automatic for the last five minutes, while deep in thought, and your time on stage is over. But it's not all that bad. Because it's just occurred to you that your time with that guy, might only just be beginning.
