Feeling Weightless Again --*Roisin Sept 13, 2011 1:46:25 GMT -5
Post by ANNIE QUINN FOSTER on Sept 13, 2011 1:46:25 GMT -5
[/i] Annie scoffed to herself.
Annie arrived at the teapot cafe with a smile on her face. She had finally managed to pull a few strings and get a gig at the Teapot Cafe. There were always a few, somewhat regular performances in there, but for the most part, they were rare. There were rumours about a new artistic sub-division of White Boat opening, but in the meantime, Teapot will have to do.
With a quick glance at her designated area, her heart leapt. She hadn't preformed in front of anyone for years. Music was kept mostly as a side project in case she had gotten bored. But before she could do anything, she needed to check in with the owner.
The owner, a small stout woman (much resembling a teapot herself), wasn't too happy about the arrangement. She didn't want locals to think that just anyone can land a job here. Also, she didn't feel that Annie preforming was suitable to the environment he wanted to have in the shop. But regardless, she had caved since she worked for the Fosters.
A lot of people thought Annie could do what she wanted because she worked for them. It wasn't true, of course. Rarely did she ever get special treatment. But once in a while, she would play it up and act like she had major connections. It was comparable to false advertising, but hey, you gotta do what you got to do.
When she reached the side counter to talk to the owner, she was eager to start already. Annie greeted the owner and told her that she was going to set up now. But the owner thought otherwise and sneaked in some rude comments. With a scoff, Annie retorted with a clever comment which lead to another rude comment from the owner. Their quiet argument had become louder and louder as it went, and soon the whole shop could hear them.
"I don't understand why I can't just play something. We had already made arrangements." she said, loud and clear. The stout lady was clearly frustrated. Her cheeks were a deep red and her lip was trembling. The owner excused herself for one moment. Probably going to go and try to recompose herself...
In the meantime, Annie decided to be gently persistent and set up her area. She walked over to the free corner and pulled out her acoustic guitar from its case. Then, she made herself comfortable on the high stool that was there and began to tune up her guitar.
"Other people talking"
Tagged: Roison !!
Notes: I hope it's alright P:
Outfit: to lazy to make one yet xD