This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fanfic. Read and review, and don't be afraid to be honest; I don't mind negative reviews.
If you are looking for a lighthearted, upbeat story, this might not be for you. It is teen rated for a reason; I have tried not to stray into the M category.
"Are we ready to rock? On in 2 minutes," said the stage manager.
She thought about her client. "We're ready, but maybe you better at least start with lip synching. I'll monitor and let you know if we should go live." She knew that it was an open secret among audiences that a lot of the concerts these days were lip synched, but she was getting tired of the open secrets.
Then she watched her client stagger a little but make it to the mike, and face the right way, good signs these days. The dancers had long practice in helping without making it obvious, but tonight this subterfuge was not needed.
As she listened to what came through the mike rather than what the audience was hearing, she told the stage manager to go live. When sober, her client could still belt out a song with the best of them, regardless of age. When falling down drunk...well... In between like tonight, it would do, and there was merit in going live as often as possible.
She longed for the good old days, which had nothing to do with acoustic music.