Post by ally on Jan 3, 2012 5:53:46 GMT
She lifted the glass from the table, took a long sip, and placed her glass back down on the table. It tasted awful, but that was how things were when you decide to drink straight vodka just because you wanted to get black out drunk as quickly and as painfully as possible. But she knew that she would not actually end up black out drunk, she would sissy out once the room started spinning or once her wallet was empty, whichever came first. Most likely the latter. Luckily, though, the bar was rather empty, it being a Tuesday night and all. Not like the crowd would matter, Ally was not one of these young musicians who would get mobbed by young fans – no one surrounding the tour seemed to appreciate the sort of music she put out, any of it.
She lifted the glass from the table, took a long sip, and placed her glass back down on the table. She wondered why she was even here, why she had been invited on the tour, and why she had accepted. It made no sense to her. She supposed she had accepted because she could use the money and the lax work schedule – it was way easier than dj-ing or touring on her own – and this would give her a lot of opportunity to write. But at the moment, it felt far lonelier than either of those options. And she supposed she was here to be an opening act for bands and acts who were over ten years younger than her, quite the accomplishment, right? Those were the reasons as they were laid out, but had it occurred to no one how bad of an idea that all was?288
She lifted the glass from the table, took a long sip, and placed her empty glass back down on the table, asking for a refill, her third of the night. None of it made sense. She should just break her contract with the tour promoter and head back to Chicago. It would probably end up costing her a lot, but it would be worth it. Her fourth drink of the night showed up in front of her and it went away quickly. Ally did not ask for a fifth right away, but just let the alcohol settle. This was just a bad mood, an annoying moment. In an hour or two, she would get over it, go to sleep, and get back to her work the next day. But still, this happened about once a week and weighed heavily on her mind. Ally sat back in her stool, looking around the bar, if she were dj-ing, this bar would be full – it was too bad they were playing ESPN Classic over the sound system and on the televisions. She needed to find another place to wallow in self-pity.
She lifted the glass from the table, took a long sip, and placed her glass back down on the table. She wondered why she was even here, why she had been invited on the tour, and why she had accepted. It made no sense to her. She supposed she had accepted because she could use the money and the lax work schedule – it was way easier than dj-ing or touring on her own – and this would give her a lot of opportunity to write. But at the moment, it felt far lonelier than either of those options. And she supposed she was here to be an opening act for bands and acts who were over ten years younger than her, quite the accomplishment, right? Those were the reasons as they were laid out, but had it occurred to no one how bad of an idea that all was?288
She lifted the glass from the table, took a long sip, and placed her empty glass back down on the table, asking for a refill, her third of the night. None of it made sense. She should just break her contract with the tour promoter and head back to Chicago. It would probably end up costing her a lot, but it would be worth it. Her fourth drink of the night showed up in front of her and it went away quickly. Ally did not ask for a fifth right away, but just let the alcohol settle. This was just a bad mood, an annoying moment. In an hour or two, she would get over it, go to sleep, and get back to her work the next day. But still, this happened about once a week and weighed heavily on her mind. Ally sat back in her stool, looking around the bar, if she were dj-ing, this bar would be full – it was too bad they were playing ESPN Classic over the sound system and on the televisions. She needed to find another place to wallow in self-pity.
