The days following that unexpected meeting, he looked everywhere for the waitress who had given him back his name. Lucky.
A beautiful name there was no doubt about it; too bad it didn't seem to reflect the meaning very much. That revelation hadn't unlocked any of his memory whatsoever and the girl had disappeared immediately after taking his order.
He had initially thought her shift was over and had forgotten about him but, after crossing path with her once again, he had seen her leave in a hurry.
Voluntarily.
He sighed, turning and turning the straw among the melting ice cubes of his city Cola.
It was painfully clear that she knew him and that she was not comfortable in his presence for some reason that he could not remember in his current state.
The chocolate-colored eyes were dully reflected in the bubbly drink. He wondered what he had done to that girl to make her so weary of his proximity.
"Hey Lucky" a familiar voice was heard echoing in the room full of patrons.
He turned to look for the source and it didn't took long for him to spot OJ approaching. "Baccio told me you're improving a lot with that bass"
Lucky smiled at him, embarrassed, motioning the other to sit at his table.
"Baccio is too good with his praises" he finally answered. The other sat in the other available chair and motioned a waitress to bring him his usual drink.
No pink hair in sight unfortunately.
"You have talent and we will bring it out Lucky" the other smiled reassuringly "the same cannot be said about Magic" OJ laughed heartly at his obvious joke.
Lucky smiled slyly too. He had just recently met that group but he had immediately felt the affection that was between members. Those words seemed to say otherwise, but that was just OJ's particular way of praising the undoubted abilities of his companion.
They continued chatting until the afternoon began to decline and the thick red-tinted windows began to darken as the sun went down.
By now the glasses were empty. Lucky was telling his friend about strange noises coming from the ceiling of the room that the group had given him; however, seeing a violet flash combined with the sound of light and energetic steps of a waitress who was about to start her evening shift, he stumbled over the words.
"Is that her?" OJ asked him in a low voice, looking back at him to confirm or not that she was really that girl with lively hair and cold eyes.
Lucky recovered up quickly at that question and nodded.
"Yes it's her," he whispered in a low voice following her every move. She was continuously looking around with a murderous look, and Lucky just couldn't understand what was causing her that much anger.
After a few moments of silence, Oj added, "You can't remember anything about her, do you?" He asked carefully, knowing full well that the young man before him was particularly frustrated by the amnesia.
"Unfortunately not." The taller one admitted with audible bitterness in his voice "one of the other waitresses told me that she should be called Violet, but that name doesn't tell me anything either. And she keeps away from basically everyone not just me, so it's kind of difficult to approach and ask her."
Oj studied the figure silently, absorbing the information Lucky was relaying to him. The girl with long locks, Violet, was looking around warily. When she felt observed, she turned to meet their gazes.
The elder musician suddenly smiled, signaling for her to get closer.
The girl called Violet visibly hesitated for a few seconds, then with unusually hesitant steps she approached their table.
Lucky got the impression from her look that she might catch fire. Or set them on fire.
Lucky gulped at that thought, unsure of what to expect.
"Good evening, I see you've finished your drinks"
Giggle.
Lucky could perfectly see all the tension in those forcibly smiling lips.
"Can I get you anything else?" Again that final chuckle that was barely hinted at as the pink-haired girl began clearing the table.
"Put the table on my account…Violet, right?" Oj asked her with a smile.
After a few moments of hesitation the pink-haired waitress nodded in an all too hasty way. "Yes, Violet. That's me."
Lucky immediately felt the girl's deep, inquiring gaze aimed at him at those words.
A bubbling of emotions in those clear eyes surfaced for such a short time so much so that the young man didn't have time to rationally unravel them one by one.
He gasped, unsure what to say when Oj coughed to get his partner's attention.
"It's time to go to rehearsal" he told him, smiling again in an all too sympathetic way and Lucky found himself sighing, grateful for that escape.
He nodded slowly and then stood up and returned to observe the pink-haired waitress that continued to observe him attentive, and at the same time tense in her cute posture that all the waitresses in the place were required to maintain.
"Um" started Lucky, not sure how to vocalize his hopes, his desire to be able to talk to her again to maybe find some of her memories, fill that void he constantly felt inside himself "See you soon Violet".
He then told her shortly, a sad smile appearing on his shy face. He then finally began to follow Oj away from the bar, away from that mysterious girl and all his torments.
Now there was only the stage, the music, his companions.