It was unusually busy tonight was the thought that crossed Hitomi's mind as she peeked out at the audience through the red velvet curtains from the safety of backstage. One of her fellow co-workers, if you could call it that, sidled up to her, running her fingers through her silver hair absentmindedly. "Charlie must jumping for joy at this sort of turnout, eh?"
Hitomi nodded nonchalantly, slightly uncomfortable on any discussion concerning the club owner. She watched him, her eyes scrutinizing, as he poured and mixed drinks from the customers, a dashing smile on his face at all times. He had taken the place of the bartender tonight, for the regular guy wasn't able to come into on the claims of stomach illness, but Charlie didn't seem to mind it; in fact, he seemed to enjoy this position, wooing all the women with his smooth compliments and impeccable good looks. A lump formed in Hitomi's throat as she concentrated on his features, his cerulean blue eyes and uncommonly long blond hair, pulled back in the middle of his back with a black rubber band. He looked more roguish then suave, she determined, but she knew that appearances are always only skin deep, especially in Charlie's case. "Aren't you going on in a few minutes?"
"What? Oh yeah, I am. Thanks Eriya," Hitomi replied to the girl who had interrupted her from her trance. The girl shook her head, sighing, "I'm Naria, remember? Even if my sister and I are twins, we do have different hair colors you know. I'm silver, she's gold, got it?"
Muttering an excuse about the poor lighting, Hitomi smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in her dress and went over the lines to her song mentally. The pianist had said he knew the tune by heart, so Hitomi hoped everything would be all right. She couldn't help but grin at the idea of the pianist who everyone had dubbed affectionately, "Mole" His real name was Bartholomew Xiaver Riglotto the Third, but the name Mole stuck, due to the fact of his short stature and tanned skin, he looked like a small burrowing creature. He didn't mind the name however, and managed to play the piano beautifully, providing the classy atmosphere Charlie sought for at his "Heavenly Skies" club. Hitomi tried not to grimace at the sight of Charlie, who suddenly ran up to the microphone to introduce her. "This next act is by our "Asian Jewel" as we like to call her, Ms. Hitomi Kanzaki!"
Plastering a fake smile on her face, Hitomi stepped out onto the stage, her high heels softly clicking on the wooden stage. As the house lights dimmed, one single beam of light was directed onto her, reflecting off her golden brown hair. She nodded to Mole, who gracefully moved his stubby fingers over the keys, forming a soulful melody. Listening for her musical cue, Hitomi slowly began to sing in a sultry voice, "I have to admit baby, you sure could play it right. Yeah, I have to admit baby, you sure could play it right. But you were playing me all through the night."
Some of the young men in the audience hooted and whistled as she swayed her hips back and forth to the music. She graced them with a brilliant smile as she continued to belt out the lyrics, "I knew baby, that you'd walk out that front door. Uh huh, I knew baby, that you'd walk out that front door. And that you'd come back, and I'd let you in once more." Quickly glancing at Charlie to see if approved of her performance, which would determine how well she would be getting paid tonight, only to find him charming a giggling redhead, oblivious of the smoldering hatred that underlined Hitomi's song.
"No baby, I don't blame it all on you. I said, No baby, I don't blame it all on you. I was a fool for thinking you were rhapsody in blue."
Among the applause, a shot rang out in the dark.
AN: I know it's short, but I wanted to end on that cliffhanger. What do you guys think? And please don't hurt me because I haven't finished my other stories! *hides*