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The place was a dive bar, not too much run down but certainly a place off the beaten path, though a person would not know it from the overflowing parking lot and even then many illegally parked cars. Occasionally a letter or two flickered on the neon sign before stabilizing. The beat-up door banged open as a drunk stumbled out. A man staggered forward, swaying from side to side as if he was on a rocking boat. Several more patrons of the bar emerged, laughing drunkenly as they moved off in the opposite direction. Whatever was happening in the place, the patrons were having a great old time with it.
Inside the bar, Cole Hunter was glad for the fans about the small stage as it did keep the worse of the second hand smoke away from the stage, some of it but not all. Smoke wasn't good for the vocal cords, but its not like he had a choice here. He made money where he could between jobs, and it wasn't like he was some Nashville bound starlet with a multi-million dollar record deal. He played cover songs and sometimes some of his own work for whatever money he could get from dives like this, and it was rare as hen's teeth that the place was non-smoking. Already the back of his throat felt like gravel.
Still it was the last song of the set and he was basically done for the night unless the owner paid him to do more. Unlikely as the owner of this bar was tightfisted as hell. In fact if Cole really didn't need the money he would have passed on tonight. He grimaced and took a long swig of water long since turned lukewarm under the lights of the stage. It was because of the lights he had a hard time seeing the crowd, because of the smoke haze in the bar it was as if a wall of grey separated Cole from everyone else. As such he had to give his head a shake when he thought he noticed someone familiar, detected the faint whiff of the perfume he loved so much on her upon the smoke laden air. A bit of brightness and sunshine in this dank place. It must be a mistake as he was forced to walk out of her life years ago. After how he was certain her hurt her, there was no way she would risk herself in a rough place like this. God or gods or fate or whatever fucked up higher power would not be so cruel to have their lives collide again. Would they?
Cole down the rest of his water and ponied up up to the mike, almost having to eat the shoddy thing to be heard over the crowd. "Last song and getting to be pretty close to last call so lets end this on an up beat note and sing a song here that we can only hope to happen to one of us rough necks one day. Who knows maybe even tonight for one of you rednecks out there. So, lets here it for a little Whiskey in Mind, a little Cole Hunter original for ya all." With that, there was a deep thrum of the electric guitar and that electric twang of the fiddle as well as the pounding base of drums and the song started and Cole closed his eyes, and lost himself in his music, belting out the lyrics as only he can.
"I was down in Whiskey River, stopping for a drink..."
Inside the bar, Cole Hunter was glad for the fans about the small stage as it did keep the worse of the second hand smoke away from the stage, some of it but not all. Smoke wasn't good for the vocal cords, but its not like he had a choice here. He made money where he could between jobs, and it wasn't like he was some Nashville bound starlet with a multi-million dollar record deal. He played cover songs and sometimes some of his own work for whatever money he could get from dives like this, and it was rare as hen's teeth that the place was non-smoking. Already the back of his throat felt like gravel.
Still it was the last song of the set and he was basically done for the night unless the owner paid him to do more. Unlikely as the owner of this bar was tightfisted as hell. In fact if Cole really didn't need the money he would have passed on tonight. He grimaced and took a long swig of water long since turned lukewarm under the lights of the stage. It was because of the lights he had a hard time seeing the crowd, because of the smoke haze in the bar it was as if a wall of grey separated Cole from everyone else. As such he had to give his head a shake when he thought he noticed someone familiar, detected the faint whiff of the perfume he loved so much on her upon the smoke laden air. A bit of brightness and sunshine in this dank place. It must be a mistake as he was forced to walk out of her life years ago. After how he was certain her hurt her, there was no way she would risk herself in a rough place like this. God or gods or fate or whatever fucked up higher power would not be so cruel to have their lives collide again. Would they?
Cole down the rest of his water and ponied up up to the mike, almost having to eat the shoddy thing to be heard over the crowd. "Last song and getting to be pretty close to last call so lets end this on an up beat note and sing a song here that we can only hope to happen to one of us rough necks one day. Who knows maybe even tonight for one of you rednecks out there. So, lets here it for a little Whiskey in Mind, a little Cole Hunter original for ya all." With that, there was a deep thrum of the electric guitar and that electric twang of the fiddle as well as the pounding base of drums and the song started and Cole closed his eyes, and lost himself in his music, belting out the lyrics as only he can.
"I was down in Whiskey River, stopping for a drink..."
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