This week continues with the story from last week, “Not My Thing,” which will be released as a free short ebook by Evolved Publishing either later this month or early April.
Jeff is a drummer out on his first major tour, playing small clubs across the Midwest, but he’s come down with a bad case of writer’s (musician’s?) block and can’t get the songs to come out right.
Last week he met a girl in an alley after a show. It was a bit awkward.
A smile twitches across her lip. The vodka has begun flowing through Jeff’s veins, tamping his inhibitions; he feels encouraged to keep talking to her, but he can’t think of anything clever or funny to say, and he hates using the whole band thing as a pick-up line.
“So…” she says, hugging her arms around her body and shivering just a bit.
“Want my jacket?”
“I don’t have cooties.” Who even says that anymore? She’s going to leave; he’s sure of it.
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