Well, I’m pretty sure my dad will never be able to look me in the eye again. I mean, he hasn’t for almost a week now. Barely even says a word to me, really.
And the worst part is, I know I deserve it. Who the Hell wants a worthless Schlampe like me for a daughter? I knew I’d fuck everything up, just like always. I just knew it.
Whatever. I don’t give a shit about him. Let him think whatever he wants about me.
Anyway, tonight wasn’t too eventful, really. Almost not even worth writing about.
I spent most of it just hanging out at the bar while Miguel and Natalia were off listening to the DJ. No idea why… Whoever the Hell that girl was, she was TERRIBLE.
Not to mention the place was absolutely DEAD. It kind of sucked, to be honest. How the Hell was I supposed to have any fun if there was no one around?!
At least the drinks were good… and pretty cheap, too.
Anyway, there was some guy playing the guitar in the corner, so I just threw back some drinks and enjoyed the music, mostly. That part was kind of nice. I mean, the DJs play the same shit no matter where we go. Gets old, y’know?
Plus, this guy was pretty good… So good that I actually moved closer to get a better listen. And I’ve gotta say, I was impressed. Not just by how he sounded either… He was just REALLY into it. Whatever that song was, it meant something to him. I could tell.
Reminded me of when I was a kid. Did you know I used to love the piano? I even used to dream of being a professional one day, if you can believe it. Yeah, a pretty stupid dream, I know. But I was a kid. Kids are stupid (I mean just look at Lina and Gabriela).
Anyway, I don’t know what got into me… All this sentimental shit got all stirred up last night. Maybe it really was the music after all… Or the alcohol. Probably both.
Luckily, I was saved by a horrible, drunken pick-up line before things got too bad.
Something about loving the music, and being a musician himself… Blah, blah, blah. I knew it was bullshit. Five seconds of conversation and one look in his eyes told me he knew as much about music as I do about quantum physics.
But damn, he was hot as Hell. How could I resist?
I just wish we could have stayed for one more song.
Note: If that guitarist looks familiar, that is because he is the amazing Humberto Flores from VirtuaLee’s Cursed Beauty! (And if he doesn’t look familiar… Go check out her story and get familiar! Hehe )
And shoutout to MunterBacon for Mari’s hookup of the evening!