"Hi, what would you like to order?" I said. I impatiently smiled at the guest.
"Yeah I'll take the-", the guest started to say, well the start of what he said. I toned out, thinking of playing the right keys for my songs. I then started singing out loud. I sang Interlude out loud.
"Excuse me mam," The guest asked. "did you get my order down? I heard you singing randomly...but it was very good. What's your name?"
"Vanessa Carlton." I stuttered.
"My name is Peter Zizzo." I want to hear you play on that stage right up there every night. I love your voice. You can be the next big thing. I'm a producer."
The words echoed in my ear.
"Thank you sir! And by the way, what did you order?"
I fell on the bed so tired from a long night at Hell's Kitchen.
"Now I need to book myself to play my songs," I whispered to myself. I changed and went to the piano to practice. I don't want to make a fool of myself to the audience. I played fluently and perfectly. It went the way I wanted it to go, but then I messed up one key.
"I can't do that ever again." I placed my head down on the lower keys and a thud of dark sounds came. I then fell asleep.
I came up stretching making what I thought was a yawning noise. I saw the clock. It was 10:42.
"Crap!" I muttered. I snagged the keys and a jacket and ran out the door. I quickly tried to run to my car, but tripped opening the door so it slammed my face.
"Shit! I'm going to lose my chance of an early slot!" I started the ignition and went on to drive to Hell's Kitchen. I didn't stop for red lights. They were an obstacle. I parked on the side of the street and ran in looking like a freak. I then signed up. Number 28, and they started at 14. I took a breath and sat at one of the booths.
"Hey Vanessa!" Peter shouted to me holding two coffees. "Want one? I knew you had a rough workday last night and might have woken up late.
"Thanks!" I said taking hold of the coffee with both hands. It didn't take me long to finish it. The warmth went down my throat smoothly and sweetly. It was delicious too with foam and a cinnamon topping.
We chatted for a while about my songs like, Devil Dance, Ordinary Days, Rinse, Meggie Sue and more. Then I heard the announcer say my name.
"Vanessa Carlton is next! With her song Interlude." The announcer said.
I freaked out, but knew I had to impress Peter. I got up from my seat and went up the stage steps, waiting to see if I horribly fail or complete it perfectly.