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(6:48 - Chester's on Main.)
Lauren parked her much-hated silver BMW convertible behind the restaurant. It had been a gift from her dad on her twenty-second birthday, and she could get a new and updated one whenever she wanted. She hadn't, she even considered selling it, but she knew that would hurt Jake's feelings and make Meredith hate her even more so she kept it.
Stepping out of the car, Lauren slung her small black bag on her shoulder and held it there with her arm. Clad in a crème-coloured leather jacket and a white wool v-neck shirt and a jean skirt, black flip flops because her feet hurt and she had just given herself a pedicure, Lauren hoped she didn't look too out of place. But going around to the front of the restaurant, she knew she wouldn't. The front of it was glass, and she noticed it had two levels. There were booths lining the far right wall, made of brick, seperated by oak and glass, and a bar lining the left, with stools. There was a huge, wide, open space in between the booths and bar, and there were tables with white tableclothes and plenty of chairs filling the space. Looking around, she noticed there was a small, narrow, dark hall way on the right side and a staircase with oak railing leading to the second floor, and a roped off and curtained stage under the stairs.
Telling the waiter her name, he took her to Aiden and Felice's table, which was right by the front of the stage. "Hey, you guys." She walked up and let the waiter seat her and then thanked him when he handed her a menu.
"You look nice." Aiden said, and Felice nodded in agreement. Felice had worn a red halter top and a jean skirt, also, with stilettos, and her black ski jacket was hanging off the back of her chair. Aiden wore a slightly tight navy blue longsleeved shirt and khakis.
"Robbie couldn't make it tonight. He just called my cell and said he had extra work to do on this case or something like that. He said to tell you all hello, and that he was really sorry." Lauren smiled apologetically.
"Oh, it's all right." Felice said. "We'll just have to do something next week."
"Yeah, no worries." Smiling at Lauren and then leaning over to kiss Felice's cheek, Aiden stood up. "Hey, I'm gonna go talk to Trent, I'll be back."
Lauren opened her menu to look at drinks. "Who's Trent?"
"The lead singer of the band."
"Oh, yeah." She looked up at Felice. "Have you ever heard them play?"
Felice looked up from her own menu. "Yeah, they're really awesome. They could go big, but I don't know if they want to."
Lauren nodded and turned to the wine list. "I am so glad it's Friday, you have no idea."
Felice let out a laugh. "Oh, baby, you have no idea. Work has been so hectic lately."
"You work at a palm reading shop."
"Yeah, and my psychic powers are running low."
Lauren laughed and looked around. People were starting to file in, filling the booths and stools and tables and some headed upstairs. "Wow, you were right when you said this place was going to be packed."
"It usually is when Violent Turn plays."
Aiden came back a few minutes later, and Lauren sat back and sipped her chardonay the waiter had just delivered.
"The band's setting up, and Jack is back there yapping his head off." He turned to the waiter and ordered a scotch. "Anyway, Trent's happy about this gig and how many people are here." He turned to Felice. "I think you were right, honey. He's not on drugs, I mean, it seems he's feeling SOMETHING again. He's weird."
Felice laughed and cupped his cheek. "Yeah, but we love him."
"Yeah. That's what I get for being friends with him all through high school. Falling in love with a weird guy."
Felice and Lauren both looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well, when you put it THAT way..."
Aiden laughed, too. "I know, I know. Just joking."
Lauren watched as the curtain was being pulled back, and the stage was lit up. There was a beautiful set of drums and three amps with three guitars plugged in and leaning against an amp on the stage. She looked at her watch, which read seven ten, and watched as Jack came from the side of the stage to introduce the band.
"Good evening, everybody." Jack was heavy set, with short black hair and a black moustache; and he was a really sweet man with an Irish accent. He ran Chester's with his friend Chester, who rarely showed up to work, anyway. "Thanks for coming. Tonight we have Violent Turn playin' for ya', and we're pretty confident this'll be a great show. So order up and sit back and enjoy the show."
There was applause and whistles from a table that had preppy-looking girls clustered together staring at the stage.
Smiling, she watched as four men entered the stage, and pick up their instruments. The last person she looked at was the main singer, and when she looked at his face, her breath froze in her throat. It was that guy from the store.
"Hey, everybody."
Yep, that was him, Lauren wanted to laugh. The same smooth, low voice with a rough twinge. Oh, Lordie...
"I'm Trent Grey and we're Violent Turn. We wanted to eh... Thank Jack for introducing us, and since he already has I won't give you a recap and we'll just start. Our first song is called Middle of Nowhere."
Lauren ordered her food half way through the song, not really knowing WHAT she was ordering. Her eyes were glued on the stage, and the male body clad in semi-tight, low rise jeans and his long torso covered in a tan shirt with The Clash logo on it. His black hair was wild and glinted every time he moved his head. He wore a black cuff on each wrist. He looked... like a punk. A really, really cute punk.
Two hours later, Violent Turn was playing their last songs and Lauren was almost on the edge of her seat. Felice hadn't lied when she said they were awesome.
Shoving away her plate, she placed her bare arms on the table and watched. As their last song ended, Trent and the man named Zeek thanked everybody and began to walk off stage, and then everyone watched in surprise as Zeek walked back up to his mic and said, "This show was for Mandy, my girlfriend!" He pointed. "I love you, baby!" Lauren saw it was the group of girls she had been studying earlier that evening. And then she watched as the pretty girl he was pointing at blushed as he sang, "I love you, baby and if it's quite all right I need you baby, Trust in me when I say.... I love you baby!" And then Zeek ran off stage and the girl promptly burst into tears.
Smiling at Felice and Aiden, who were also grinning, they all stood up. "Hey, you wanna meet the band?" Aiden asked the girls.
Lauren hadn't even considered that. "Um, sure." Felice nodded and linked arms with Lauren.
"Okay, come on." He led them down the narrow hallway to a back door, which lead into a huge room behind the stage. The four guys were lounging around on the couches, with Jack thanking them and handing Trent, the one Lauren recognized as the lead singer and boy from the bookstore, a check.
"Thank you guys so much for playing. I knew Aiden wouldn't let me down when he said you guys were fabulous!"
Trent shook Jack hand then ran his hand through his hair as he looked over at the opening door. His hand froze as his heart sped up for reasons unbeknown to him.
It was her.
(6:48 - Chester's on Main.)
Lauren parked her much-hated silver BMW convertible behind the restaurant. It had been a gift from her dad on her twenty-second birthday, and she could get a new and updated one whenever she wanted. She hadn't, she even considered selling it, but she knew that would hurt Jake's feelings and make Meredith hate her even more so she kept it.
Stepping out of the car, Lauren slung her small black bag on her shoulder and held it there with her arm. Clad in a crème-coloured leather jacket and a white wool v-neck shirt and a jean skirt, black flip flops because her feet hurt and she had just given herself a pedicure, Lauren hoped she didn't look too out of place. But going around to the front of the restaurant, she knew she wouldn't. The front of it was glass, and she noticed it had two levels. There were booths lining the far right wall, made of brick, seperated by oak and glass, and a bar lining the left, with stools. There was a huge, wide, open space in between the booths and bar, and there were tables with white tableclothes and plenty of chairs filling the space. Looking around, she noticed there was a small, narrow, dark hall way on the right side and a staircase with oak railing leading to the second floor, and a roped off and curtained stage under the stairs.
Telling the waiter her name, he took her to Aiden and Felice's table, which was right by the front of the stage. "Hey, you guys." She walked up and let the waiter seat her and then thanked him when he handed her a menu.
"You look nice." Aiden said, and Felice nodded in agreement. Felice had worn a red halter top and a jean skirt, also, with stilettos, and her black ski jacket was hanging off the back of her chair. Aiden wore a slightly tight navy blue longsleeved shirt and khakis.
"Robbie couldn't make it tonight. He just called my cell and said he had extra work to do on this case or something like that. He said to tell you all hello, and that he was really sorry." Lauren smiled apologetically.
"Oh, it's all right." Felice said. "We'll just have to do something next week."
"Yeah, no worries." Smiling at Lauren and then leaning over to kiss Felice's cheek, Aiden stood up. "Hey, I'm gonna go talk to Trent, I'll be back."
Lauren opened her menu to look at drinks. "Who's Trent?"
"The lead singer of the band."
"Oh, yeah." She looked up at Felice. "Have you ever heard them play?"
Felice looked up from her own menu. "Yeah, they're really awesome. They could go big, but I don't know if they want to."
Lauren nodded and turned to the wine list. "I am so glad it's Friday, you have no idea."
Felice let out a laugh. "Oh, baby, you have no idea. Work has been so hectic lately."
"You work at a palm reading shop."
"Yeah, and my psychic powers are running low."
Lauren laughed and looked around. People were starting to file in, filling the booths and stools and tables and some headed upstairs. "Wow, you were right when you said this place was going to be packed."
"It usually is when Violent Turn plays."
Aiden came back a few minutes later, and Lauren sat back and sipped her chardonay the waiter had just delivered.
"The band's setting up, and Jack is back there yapping his head off." He turned to the waiter and ordered a scotch. "Anyway, Trent's happy about this gig and how many people are here." He turned to Felice. "I think you were right, honey. He's not on drugs, I mean, it seems he's feeling SOMETHING again. He's weird."
Felice laughed and cupped his cheek. "Yeah, but we love him."
"Yeah. That's what I get for being friends with him all through high school. Falling in love with a weird guy."
Felice and Lauren both looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well, when you put it THAT way..."
Aiden laughed, too. "I know, I know. Just joking."
Lauren watched as the curtain was being pulled back, and the stage was lit up. There was a beautiful set of drums and three amps with three guitars plugged in and leaning against an amp on the stage. She looked at her watch, which read seven ten, and watched as Jack came from the side of the stage to introduce the band.
"Good evening, everybody." Jack was heavy set, with short black hair and a black moustache; and he was a really sweet man with an Irish accent. He ran Chester's with his friend Chester, who rarely showed up to work, anyway. "Thanks for coming. Tonight we have Violent Turn playin' for ya', and we're pretty confident this'll be a great show. So order up and sit back and enjoy the show."
There was applause and whistles from a table that had preppy-looking girls clustered together staring at the stage.
Smiling, she watched as four men entered the stage, and pick up their instruments. The last person she looked at was the main singer, and when she looked at his face, her breath froze in her throat. It was that guy from the store.
"Hey, everybody."
Yep, that was him, Lauren wanted to laugh. The same smooth, low voice with a rough twinge. Oh, Lordie...
"I'm Trent Grey and we're Violent Turn. We wanted to eh... Thank Jack for introducing us, and since he already has I won't give you a recap and we'll just start. Our first song is called Middle of Nowhere."
Lauren ordered her food half way through the song, not really knowing WHAT she was ordering. Her eyes were glued on the stage, and the male body clad in semi-tight, low rise jeans and his long torso covered in a tan shirt with The Clash logo on it. His black hair was wild and glinted every time he moved his head. He wore a black cuff on each wrist. He looked... like a punk. A really, really cute punk.
Two hours later, Violent Turn was playing their last songs and Lauren was almost on the edge of her seat. Felice hadn't lied when she said they were awesome.
Shoving away her plate, she placed her bare arms on the table and watched. As their last song ended, Trent and the man named Zeek thanked everybody and began to walk off stage, and then everyone watched in surprise as Zeek walked back up to his mic and said, "This show was for Mandy, my girlfriend!" He pointed. "I love you, baby!" Lauren saw it was the group of girls she had been studying earlier that evening. And then she watched as the pretty girl he was pointing at blushed as he sang, "I love you, baby and if it's quite all right I need you baby, Trust in me when I say.... I love you baby!" And then Zeek ran off stage and the girl promptly burst into tears.
Smiling at Felice and Aiden, who were also grinning, they all stood up. "Hey, you wanna meet the band?" Aiden asked the girls.
Lauren hadn't even considered that. "Um, sure." Felice nodded and linked arms with Lauren.
"Okay, come on." He led them down the narrow hallway to a back door, which lead into a huge room behind the stage. The four guys were lounging around on the couches, with Jack thanking them and handing Trent, the one Lauren recognized as the lead singer and boy from the bookstore, a check.
"Thank you guys so much for playing. I knew Aiden wouldn't let me down when he said you guys were fabulous!"
Trent shook Jack hand then ran his hand through his hair as he looked over at the opening door. His hand froze as his heart sped up for reasons unbeknown to him.
It was her.
