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Central City
Dec 11, 2013
"Mikey, I need the flat head." Dark purple nails waved in the air impatiently until the demanded tool was placed in them. "Thanks little bro."
"You know, I'm twenty three, don't you think I've outgrown the little brother title yet?" Tapping at the tablet in his hands, the man cocked an eyebrow down at the woman kneeling at his feet. "Sure," She huffed, blowing a lock of purple hair out of her face. "Just as soon as you get a girlfriend."
"You're such a dork." Mike grumbled. "Alright, is it all set?"
Frowning, the woman straightened, studying the amp she had just pieced back together. "I think so. Never did get that mechanical degree. Frank, give it a go!" She called.
Frank flashed a thumbs up and strummed a couple chords on his bass. In unison the siblings heads tilted to the side, eyes narrowed in concentration. "Sounds good to me." Mike shrugged. "Mels? You're the boss here." Melody chewed her lip for a moment, listening intently. "Your A is a bit sharp Frank." Frank shook his head, smile tugging at his lips. "Three years I play for you and it's still freaky." He marveled, plucking his A string until it's perfectly tuned. Melody grinned, tapping her ear. "Perfect pitch baby."
Rising to her feet she dusted off her jeans, tossing the screwdriver into the tool bag and zipping it closed. "Looks like we're on schedule. Anything else you need me for Mike?" "Uh, nothing I can see." He reported, tapping at the screen. "Fab, I'll be getting ready in the back room."
Casting a glance around the room, Melody took a moment to bask in her pride. It had taken too damn long, but Hamelin was now the glittering jewel she had always envisioned. A few early patrons lounged around on cushy sofas waiting for the show to start, sipping at drinks in their hands. At the bar, Jenna chatted up a middle aged woman in a pantsuit who was almost planking across the bar top in her desperation for some company. Smiling, Melody shook her head, then frowned as she took another look around the room.
"Mike." She called over her shoulder.
"Yup?" He asked, glancing up at her, eyes inquisitive.
"What's missing from this picture?" Melody swept a hand across her view and Mike frowned, then smirked as understanding struck. "Missing your boyfriend already, Mels?"
"My partner," Melody stressed, "who said he would be here when he is very clearly not. He's many things, true, but man of his word happens to be one of them." Mike chuckled, turning off his tablet and walking over to his sister, clapping a hand to her shoulder. "He'll be here. He just had some trouble with Scudder again. Same old thing as last time."
Melody huffed, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, some people just can't learn. And after all those warnings I gave him too. This better be the last time."
"If Len has anything to do with it, it probably will be. That or Scudder goes solo with his girl." Melody snorted, casting her brother a droll look. "Right. Like Len would let that happen. You know how it goes, Mikey. If you're out-" "you're out." He finished with a nod. "Sucks to be Scudder."
"I'm not weeping on his behalf. Especially not if he makes Len late. Nothing puts that boy in a worse mood then not being on time for something."
"Amen to that." Mike muttered, glancing back down at his tablet. "Hey, do I need your signature for these?" Melody looked at the screen, scrolling down the form. "Uh, no yours will do for that one." She said. "Alright, I'm gonna go get ready. Shows in twenty, remember." "Yes mother." Mike waved her off.
Entering her dressing room, Melody sat down at her makeup station, frowning at her reflection. "Maybe purple was a bad idea." She mused, studying the dark waves. "Not very festive." Shrugging, she scooted her chair closer to the mirror, grabbing her makeup bag and digging through it for what she needed. "Ah well, if we're going against the season, might as well go all out." Setting out mascara, eye shadow, blush, and eyeliner, she rummaged through the top drawer, pulling out a case of color contacts. "Let's see, no red or green. Orange is a bit too Halloween, same with black. Blue is natural, silver is tacky, hm." Pulling out the last option she shrugged, setting it on top of the counter. "Gold goes well with purple, right?" She asked the room, which thankfully didn't answer.
Fifteen minutes later she was ready, just in time for Mike to pop his head in. "Five minutes, Mels."
"Okay, is Len here yet?"
"No sign. Do you want me to send out a birdie?"
Biting her lip she considered the offer. "No, not yet. If he's not here by the time we start, send Angie. He won't be as tetchy if she fetches him."
"Sure thing boss."
"Shut up, you." She shoved him from the room, laughing as they went.
Reaching the stage, she waved at a few regulars and flashed dazzling smiles at the newcomers. Crouching next to the amp she checked the wires one last time, pulling back to shake a finger at it in warning. "You better behave tonight, or so help me-" The amp suddenly let out a screech and Melody shouted in pain, clamping her hands over her ears. A wave of energy burst through the club sending people flying. It hit Melody and sent her crashing into the amp, electricity crackling as it broke under her weight.
She screamed as pain exploded in every nerve across her body.
