“Fire at Will, shoot to kill. Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good. He’s the best poker player in the neighbourhood. Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good. He’s the best poker player in the neighbourhood. But that’s his only skill. Hence fire at Will.”
They were in another little bar and the crowd was thin but growing by the minute. Whenever someone looked at Cerise she smiled at them, trying to draw them in. Trying to get them to stop talking to each other and start paying attention to the music. It worked half the time, which was pretty cool. The place they’d played in yesterday had an actual stage with lights so bright she couldn’t even see the audience. At first she’d thought that was good because she assumed it would make her less nervous but the opposite turned out to be true. It was good to be able to see the crowd and connect to them. To really play to them and play off them. This crowd was getting good, even though they were an older crowd. Actually, Cerise found that they consistently got better reactions from the older crowds. The thirtysomethings. They were old enough to get the Star Trek references. Some were laughing and nudging each other, obviously paying attention to the lyrics. It was awesome.
Everything about this was awesome. Performing live, hanging out with a band, being in a band! It was hard work, exhausting really. Not just the performances but the travel. Sometimes they got motel rooms but just as often they’d drive all night, taking turns driving and sleeping sporadically. Sometimes they’d go days without showering and the van reeked of b.o. and fast food. But it was fun. Probably the most fun Cerise had ever had in her life.