Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 1
Author's note- The first few chapters are the meeting from both points of view, so some of it is repeated, but its from a different character's POV. Then time skips a bit. It's confusing but I'm not a great writer, so enjoy! Thanks to the person that reviewed! Much appreciated, keep them coming!
--- Chapter Two ---
Music thumped as Tasha Dale entered the popular nightspot. There's a lotta people here tonight, she thought silently. She scanned the room for a familiar face before laying eyes on the guy trying to jump the line outside. He and his friends strolled in with four women hanging off their arms. Yuck, she watched as he perched himself next to a random blonde at the bar. Tasha turned away and rolled her eyes as the girl giggled loudly. People would do anything for a pretty face. Did I just call that asshole a pretty face, she wondered, mortified. Granted, she'd never even spoken to him, he just appeared that way. Although, she had to admit his eyes had grabbed her attention. They were the clearest blue she'd ever seen. Snap outta it girl, she scolded, you gotta concentrate! She looked at her watch. 8:50, my set starts at 9:00, I better get backstage, I'm late already. Don't want to be in trouble on my first night. Pushing through the crowd, she made her way to the backstage door beside the stage.
"Hello! Anyone back here?" Tasha pushed open the door and walked straight into her boss.
"I told you to be hear at LEAST 20 minutes before your set. You should be grateful you even have the opportunity to work here. Now get ready, you're on next!" her boss finished his tirade before storming off in the other direction.
"Someone's moody" she muttered under her breath. She ducked into a dressing room, where she had dropped her things earlier and grabbed the outfit she had chosen from the cupboard. Tasha pulled off her loose fitting t-shirt and baggy jeans and changed into a black leather mini-skirt, knee high boots and a sparkly pink midriff top. She pulled her hair from a ponytail and let it flow around her face. The red streaks through her hair glowed vibrantly under the fluorescent lights. She was applying the last of her make-up when the boss barged in.
"You're on now, hurry up and get out there!" he motioned for her to follow him and quickly bustled down the hall. Tasha cautiously climbed the stairs and stepped onto the stage. She vaguely heard the MC announce her name; she picked up the microphone and began to sing.
Tasha couldn't help but smile as she watched the crowd sway and listened to their cheers. She saw a huge group of people singing and dancing, and in the middle of the group, the arrogant jerk from before. He was sitting there; looking bored out of his brain. Then why bother coming, she thought bitterly as the song finished. The crowd roared with approval, she smiled one last time and took a bow, before walking calmly off stage.
Author's note- The first few chapters are the meeting from both points of view, so some of it is repeated, but its from a different character's POV. Then time skips a bit. It's confusing but I'm not a great writer, so enjoy! Thanks to the person that reviewed! Much appreciated, keep them coming!
--- Chapter Two ---
Music thumped as Tasha Dale entered the popular nightspot. There's a lotta people here tonight, she thought silently. She scanned the room for a familiar face before laying eyes on the guy trying to jump the line outside. He and his friends strolled in with four women hanging off their arms. Yuck, she watched as he perched himself next to a random blonde at the bar. Tasha turned away and rolled her eyes as the girl giggled loudly. People would do anything for a pretty face. Did I just call that asshole a pretty face, she wondered, mortified. Granted, she'd never even spoken to him, he just appeared that way. Although, she had to admit his eyes had grabbed her attention. They were the clearest blue she'd ever seen. Snap outta it girl, she scolded, you gotta concentrate! She looked at her watch. 8:50, my set starts at 9:00, I better get backstage, I'm late already. Don't want to be in trouble on my first night. Pushing through the crowd, she made her way to the backstage door beside the stage.
"Hello! Anyone back here?" Tasha pushed open the door and walked straight into her boss.
"I told you to be hear at LEAST 20 minutes before your set. You should be grateful you even have the opportunity to work here. Now get ready, you're on next!" her boss finished his tirade before storming off in the other direction.
"Someone's moody" she muttered under her breath. She ducked into a dressing room, where she had dropped her things earlier and grabbed the outfit she had chosen from the cupboard. Tasha pulled off her loose fitting t-shirt and baggy jeans and changed into a black leather mini-skirt, knee high boots and a sparkly pink midriff top. She pulled her hair from a ponytail and let it flow around her face. The red streaks through her hair glowed vibrantly under the fluorescent lights. She was applying the last of her make-up when the boss barged in.
"You're on now, hurry up and get out there!" he motioned for her to follow him and quickly bustled down the hall. Tasha cautiously climbed the stairs and stepped onto the stage. She vaguely heard the MC announce her name; she picked up the microphone and began to sing.
Tasha couldn't help but smile as she watched the crowd sway and listened to their cheers. She saw a huge group of people singing and dancing, and in the middle of the group, the arrogant jerk from before. He was sitting there; looking bored out of his brain. Then why bother coming, she thought bitterly as the song finished. The crowd roared with approval, she smiled one last time and took a bow, before walking calmly off stage.