Part of the struggles in becoming an aspiring celebrity musician is getting gigs; maybe not regular ones at least in the beginning, but at the very least temporary ones that are just to show your talent and skill; then maybe someone will notice you and give you something bigger. This has been Jamie's biggest dilemma ever since arriving in Mariet, and she'd very nearly given up on searching for the right gig, but then she received a call which she had hoped would change that; it was from the exclusive... and somewhat elusive Balzac's Winery.
"You mean it? I can play there Saturday night?" Jamie was excited; she hadn't gotten a gig yet and she was really seeing this as a big potential for her. "How much does it... Oh never mind, I don't really care. I'll be there!" She hung up the phone with enthusiasm and finally thought things were going to change for her. She'd been down in the dumps lately, for a multitude of reasons; one of which was her music, but another was that she hadn't gotten laid, by either a man or a woman. The sexual frustration and tension was really beginning to get to her.
Anyway, the night of her supposed gig at the Winery came up, and....
"What do you mean I can't play...?! But you guys called and said..." Jamie had been interrupted and the man who assumed the host position looked down at the woman's used guitar case and said with a snobbish attitude, "Madame, if you want to play piano, you are more than welcome, but this..." The man snorted and uninvitingly pointed down towards Jamie's precious guitar, then snorted again, "The Balzac Winery entertainment is reserved for the finest and most bewitching nightingales of the world. Is that a nightingale, Madame?" Honestly, Jamie wanted to punch the arrogant son of a bitch, but she refrained, knowing that he'd undoubtedly have the police called and she was vaguely aware of a new Sheriff in town. Jamie just resorted to shoving the man's precious guest list on the floor and turning tail, but before doing so, she uttered sharply, "You can take your precious nightingale and shove it up your ass!"
.... Then she started to make her way to leave the Winery.
Nick was lurking around the front door of the winery looking completely out of place. This was not somewhere someone like him belonged, his ratty beat up jeans and old, much washed, much loved hoodie completely at odds with the suits, ties and dresses strolling past him. No one gave the teenager another glace after dismissing him with a turned up nose.
Except for the staff of course. They gave him death glares enough to freeze him in his sneakers, if he'd been paying any attention to him. Really that was the only reason he was hanging around, to see what kind of looks he could get and what kind of trouble he could stir up. Plus this was really a great hiding place as far as he was concerned. No one he knew would be here to recognize him and none of the fancily dressed people walking past him would care who he was. It was perfect, if a bit cold.
Or at least it was perfect, until he noticed the little hullabaloo going on just inside the door. It looked to him like the host was being a stiff again, arguing with a woman carrying a guitar case. Nick raised his eyebrows as he watched the woman's livid face through the door's window. I wonder if she'll just smack him over the head with it. He thought, wondering absently how much a guitar case would hurt to get hit with.
The woman turned sharply toward the door leaving the host scrambling to pick up his papers behind her. Unsure really why he was doing it but unable to help himself Nick grabbed the door and pulled it open for the woman with a little bow and a grin. "My lady." He mocked, lifting his head to show her his kidding grin, half expecting to get punched in the face. "Lovely performance. I think Jeeves over there very much enjoyed it." He threw the host a wink and stuck his tongue out at the glare he got in return before closing the door in the man's face.