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01 August 2011 @ 11:56 pm
The New Kid In Town [Tag anyone who feels like discovering the new talent]  
On the whole, Constantine decided, it was a good night.

The energy in the club was a bit on the quiet side, calling for something somber and soul touching; he could do somber and soul touching. One of his cousins had often accused him of having a voice made for tender ballads and eyes like a sad puppy looking for a home. He could do a primal rock scream with the best of them, when needed, but this wasn't one of those nights. He kept up a steady stream of music, backed by The Scene's house musicians (The Limp Lizards were on tour at the moment, which was the only reason he got on to the stage at all), moving from romantic ballad to a lament for love that nearly destroyed the soul...

"Let me tell you `bout a woman that I met in New Orleans
When I was younger and still had a taste for wine
She left me many years ago, but still she rides with me
You know I keep her in the corners of my mind..."


Then he drifted in to one of his few instrumental pieces, leaving his audience with a slightly obscure joke before his dinner break.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Imposition."

Then he slipped off the stage, stomach wrapping around his spine and threatening revolt if he didn't get something in there right now.
 
 
Current Location: The Scene
 
 
 
 ☜♡☞rabby on August 2nd, 2011 07:47 am (UTC)
Kimber had wanted out of the house for the night - just to be able to feel the wind whip through her hair as she drove downtown from the Starlight House. Despite their name, the Starlight Girls were not all sunshine and starlight at all and, after finding yet another pair of heels ruined and that her closet had obviously been trashed (though none of the girls were confessing - she would NEVER hang velvet next to faux fur, so SOMEONE had been in there). She wondered if and when they would ever grow up. 'You can't choose your family,' or so the saying went, but her parents chose to some extent.

Kimber had never actually agreed that it would be a great idea to have a gaggle of prepubescent girls living under her roof, but of course, when was she ever in charge?

Which was why she needed OUT tonight.

The Scene was a familiar hangout and the crowd tended not to bother her about any celebrity status (heck - maybe in Jem's absence she was invisible anyway? Sometimes that COULD be nice, however...).

But she hadn't expected the new talent with the soulful voice and the deep, chocolatey brown eyes to steal the stage - and no, not her heart, she told herself - and drag her attention to one precise point.

When he took his leave from the stage (after trying to laugh awkwardly at a joke she didn't get), she couldn't help but pick up her purse and prowl quietly after him. It was just the curiosity of one musical genius towards another, she told herself, smiling at her own self-praise. She watched closely as he rounded a corner and steered himself towards his dinner. Fingering her clutch she wondered what she should do from there, however.
The Mad Fan Girl: 15fullmetal_cute on August 2nd, 2011 08:18 am (UTC)
Constantine ate in quick, neat bites, trying very hard to not actually taste the slightly cold, greasy burger he'd gotten from the only fast food place still open that time of night. At least he'd been able to get to it quickly; everyone else that moved on the street was eating in the clubs, if they were bothering to eat at all. The soda was warm, and a little flat, but it didn't bother him too much. He'd eaten far worse before that night, and he expected that he would again. The important thing was that it was filling and cheap. Every penny mattered to Constantine.

Studio time was expensive, and if he wanted to cut a demo that sounded the least bit professional, he needed that money.

As he left the fast food joint, he was aware of being watched, that oh so familiar tingle of eyes on one's back that made his heart beat just a little faster, his body tense a bit as it prepared for the need to flee. A discrete glance around his surroundings induced him to relax, if only a little. The only eyes on him belonged to a pretty young red head who looked familiar to him. Constantine finished both burger and drink, placing the face as he sucked down the last few drops of his drink.

Kimber Benton, keyboardist from Jem and the Holograms. Co-owner of Starlight Music.

Perhaps tonight was going to be his lucky night, even if it meant having to spend a few of his hard earned pennies.

"Excuse me?" he said, smiling just a little shyly, just a little awkwardly. "I don't suppose you'd know where I could find a reasonable motel in these parts?"
 ☜♡☞rabby on August 3rd, 2011 02:33 am (UTC)
(OOC: Dunno if I should be replying or not since you began a new thread but I figured why not; your post had me in a fit of giggles last night when I read it but I was already in bed. T_T;)

Kimber felt her heartbeat quicken and her face flush red at not only the handsome musician's attention finding her, but at the mention of - well, a motel room? Was he... Was he proposing... that they...

A reasonably priced motel.

A motel. A...

A cheap motel...

Was she honestly only worth a shy pickup line to a one-night stand in a cheap motel room?

Her cheeks burned more as she realised what she'd almost fallen for - completely prepared to go all wide-eyed and innocent, directing him to a place she knew of (not first hand, but it was better than the sleazy motel she figured he'd end up with if he'd been without directions), missing the text between the lines completely.

God, she was an idiot. Ready to fall for anything at a moment's notice. No wonder the girls of the Starlight Mansion always seemed ready to take her for a ride - it seemed like she was looking to be made a fool of.

"I'd try the one on Fourth Street," she said, an edge to her voice as she tried to steal herself against making a scene. After all, who was he to her? A gorgeous, talented musician with an eye for the stage... And a creep.

Just like so many of them. Not fair. But either way, she reminded herself (because it seemed suddenly that she really did need reminding), she had to sort things out between two existing boys who'd known her longer than a couple dozen exchanged words.

"Yeah," she repeated, as she turned to leave, casting something between an irritated and longing glance back his way. "The one on the corner of Fourth and Glen Miller is nice and cheap."

And infested with roaches. Maybe that's where scummy guys belonged, too.

(**OOC: Sorry, Kimber's way trapped between having the hots and being completely mortified with herself and the idea that Constantine might have been propositioning her as a cheap one-night-stand. Sorry if this reply seems a bit bipolar. T_T;**)
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 3rd, 2011 02:44 am (UTC)
Constantine smacked his forehead, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I wasn't..." He took a breath, in slowly, then back out. "I'm new in town, and I have no idea where anything is. I didn't mean to..." He gestured vaguely, grimacing.

Insert Foot A in to Mouth B and chew.

"I'm sorry. My name's Constantine and I'm a bit of an idiot."
 ☜♡☞rabby on August 3rd, 2011 03:00 am (UTC)
Kimber's shoulders relaxed a bit and she paused mid-stride. "Constantine, huh?" She refused to acknowledge that maybe she had reacted too quickly... And, heck, maybe he was still playing her? She had to at least try not to fall all over herself again and allow another opportunity for embarrassment present itself. "You must be REALLY new in town if you're playing at The Scene but you're looking to stay somewhere... "reasonable"." In other words... Not signed yet. She hoped. Vaguely. Maybe. Not really. He could be signed to anyone, she told herself - no huge deal...

Except she hoped he wasn't. Yet. Jerrica was looking for fresh meat, and Kimber was loathe to admit that what Jerrica wanted for Starlight Music was, well, what she wanted. Usually. Kimber Benton had a keen eye for talent, too, but she felt like Jerrica pulling the strings was all people saw. She wouldn't mind being the one to discover new talent - especially if it came in the form of Constantine.

"Are you signed yet?" she asked as nonchalantly as she could. It was a pretty personal question, but a fair one, she deemed.

As she waited for his reply she couldn't help feeling the words "Don't tell me Eric Raymond... Don't tell me Eric Raymond" pounded in her head as her blood pulsed in her ears.
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 3rd, 2011 03:21 am (UTC)
Constantine shook his head, raking the blue-green locks back from his face with one hand. "Not yet. I completely lucked in to tonight's gig; I've got a cousin who knows the guy who refurbished the Limp Lizard's tour bus." He coughed, heat still threatening to rise to his face.

Everything about this woman's body language told him that if he didn't play straight with her, he was going to be flushing what looked like his best chance right down the toilet.

"Would I be right in guessing that you're, ah, Kimber Benton? The songwriter? Of Back to Back fame?" He paused once again. "Am I laying it on too thick yet? I think I can still taste the foot in my mouth, so it's kind of hard to tell."
 ☜♡☞: Classic Bommierabby on August 3rd, 2011 03:38 am (UTC)
Kimber rested her shoulder against the door frame and allowed a smile to touch her lips at the mention of Back to Back. Most of the people who still remembered Kimber and Stomer's foray into trying to cut an album for a duo were either hardcore Jem and the Holograms fans or hardcore Stormer or Kimber fans... Otherwise, unfortunately, the album had fallen into most people's distant memory, though the main single still made it to radio every now and then, she'd been pleased to note.

"I wouldn't say you're in danger just yet, but you are laying it on a little thick," she allowed, smirking.

She would have liked to have offered him a deal right then and there, but even if she had the power to, she couldn't help enjoying something of the power trip and, sure, even being flattered by someone who was anything but tone-deaf. She wouldn't mind stringing it along a bit, but Constantine's self-aware manner dictated that it would be just a little cruel.

She cast a glance around the derelict looking restaurant and eyed the menu with a quick flick of her eyes. "You wouldn't mind if I joined you, would you? That is - if you're not in a rush... Or, ah, full...?" she stammered. 'My treat; I'm not in the business of supporting starving artists in their starving - just their art."

Again, she hoped she wasn't being too forward. She wouldn't mind upgrading restaurants, but wondered if it would hurt Constantine's male pride to be treated to dinner by a gi-- a woman.
The Mad Fan Girl: 15fullmetal_cute on August 3rd, 2011 03:55 am (UTC)
"A chance for dinner with a woman who didn't pepper spray me when I deserved it?" He glanced at his watch. "I've still got forty-eight minutes until my next set. Until then, my time and attention are entirely yours."

If she was willing to pay, he was more than willing to let her. Life had long ago taught Constantine that pride was the first thing you should let go of; it filled no bellies and paid no bills.
 ☜♡☞: Big Red Hair Bomrabby on August 3rd, 2011 04:54 am (UTC)
"I don't carry pepper spray; only bricks," she joked, setting her clutch heavily on the counter. It was bulging in strange places where keys, wallet, lipstick, compact, and everything else a girl needed could not possibly fit into a clutch realistically.

Kimber hopped onto the stool next to Constantine and leaned over the counter to the heavy-set woman taking orders and refilling coffees. She didn't have the foggiest idea what might be on the menu that was palatable, but she had an idea how she might keep the man in her company from going hungry.

"I'll have the same as he orders," she said. Surely he wouldn't want her to starve, and therefore wouldn't try to be too frugal by ordering the cheapest item on the menu out of pride. "And a double-double," she added, hoping coffee would assure him she was grown up... Hoping the high quantities of cream and sugar wouldn't assure him her taste wasn't mature enough for coffee. The coffee was served up quickly and it was awful, but she told herself she would make it up to her palate later. For now, she enjoyed the eye-candy instead.

"So how've you stayed under the radar this long, Constantine? I'm usually one of the first to know about new talent - big and small. And you don't come off as being small-time to me."

No, Constantine was reading his audience as he performed, she'd noticed, like the best of professionals, and his ballads in particular had showcased the flexibility of his voice. She was sure there was more tucked away that he'd held back from his brooding audience, and she hoped she would have the pleasure of discovering some of it soon.
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 3rd, 2011 05:23 am (UTC)
Constantine considered a moment, then ordered a Double Bacon Swiss with steak cut fries that came in a large basket lined with paper turned shiny by the oil. It arrived blessedly quick, along with enough coffee to keep him going through the second set when it was time to go. "Well, like I said, I am new in town, but I've been busking since I was fifteen. I'm kind of from all over, but I've spent most of my life in Washington. The state, not DC." The fries were every bit as salty and greasy as he'd known they would be, but at least they were hot, unlike his last meal.

"If you ever want a real challenge, try busking during the lunch rush at the Market. I figure if I could take that, there's nothing anyone can throw at me that I can't handle." He cut his burger in half, eating part before he continued. He'd probably save the rest of it for breakfast tomorrow. "Either you learn to adapt to the crowd, or they'll eat you alive."

He eyed the salt shaker on the table, then swept it in to his hands, making it disappear with a bit of a flourish. "It helps that I picked up a few other tricks along the way." Swiftly, he picked up and unfolded one of the paper napkins, using it in swapping the salt shaker for the pepper, then making the pepper "reappear" on Kimber's plate. "I juggle a little, too."
 ☜♡☞: Bom Singingrabby on August 4th, 2011 01:15 am (UTC)
Kimber listened avidly, enjoying the over-salted fries with relish. The back of her mind drifted, out of habit, to the diet she'd set herself on (and broken over and over again, just as she was doing now), but Constantine's presence and conversation kept her from focusing too long. She paused, unconsciously with a fry sticking out of her mouth as she let the salt melt before stuffing it in her mouth to quickly swallow it.

"Ooh, busking! I always wanted to do that more, but my parents were kind of against... it..." she finished quietly. She sounded like a rich brat, saying it like that. Honestly, building a musical career from what her parents had left her - and Jerrica's business skills - had probably been a cinch compared with a normal person...

Like Constantine...

Except he wasn't quite normal; he was a musical prodigy, she thought.

She giggled at his trick, trying not to too awed by it and make kid-in-a-candy-store eyes at him.

"Well, I've always said 'Music is Magic'!" You should definitely bring your demo to Starlight Music; I think we'd probably be lucky to have you - ah - that is, if Jerrica - my sister - also thinks so... She makes, er... Most of the executive decisions for the company... She always had way more brains than me..."

She finished the final, slightly charred fry in her basket and looked at her untouched burger awkwardly. "If you don't mind, you can take this to go with you? I don't know that I had as much room in me as I thought, and I'd hate to just throw it away..." She winced. "Our place is so packed with food, I think it'd get lost in the fridge..." God, she sounded so... spoiled. Ick. Hopefully Constantine didn't pick up on it.
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 4th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC)
The burger disappeared the same way the salt shaker had moments before, and Constantine gave Kimber a little grin and an eyebrow wiggle he'd copied off Groucho Marx. "I'm sure I can give it a good home." He wrapped it up in several more paper napkins, then set it aside, mind working.

He did have the tape he'd made six months ago. The quality was questionable, but you made due with what you had. And if Jerrica Benton was half as receptive as her sister was, he might be able to land something. "Do you think she'd object to a live performance? I've got a demo, but it was recorded in a bar, so the quality's kind of..." He wiggled his hand in the near universal gesture of 'so-so'. Times like this, he wished he'd taken one of his old friends up on the offer of his used recording equipment so he could find a bathroom or something somewhere and just record, but there'd been nowhere for him to keep it at the time, and even now it was a bit of a tight squeeze in his car.

Still, this was his shot. The fact that he was practically dancing inside squashed down any envy he might have felt for Kimber Benton. Some people were just born lucky, and there was no point in resenting it; envy only screwed you over in the end.
 ☜♡☞: Bom Singingrabby on August 4th, 2011 05:12 am (UTC)
Kimber tried not to grimace at the thought of Constantine's art reduced to a demo tape recorded in a pub; of all places to record it wasn't exactly... without background noise... On the other hand, if Constantine could make it work through the bar sounds, maybe his chances would be even better with her sister? And soon, who knew, maybe they'd even be colleagues under the same label...! Plenty of chances for a seco-- first date...

No, no... No dates. No more men. Not even ONE more... Two were more than enough to juggle...

Then again, Constantine did mention juggling... Kimber couldn't help wondering how he'd feel being juggled. ... Probably not very good.

Eugh... Somebody save me; there must be something wrong with me... Lovesick... All the time. But then, she could... be in love with his talent, no?

No... I can't...

Before she could do much more than think better of it - it wasn't the most professional presentation - of herself or Starlight Music - but it was still worth it to get Constantine potentially signed. With HER company.

She pulled out a business card (one of the mysteriously unsquished survivors) and scribbled an 'affordable hotel' address on the blank side, then wrote on the face of the card and slid it across the counter.

"I've gotta jet- though I'd love to hear the rest of your set tonight - but here; my card... Just give it at reception and, well, if you can hang onto it, give it to Jerrica."

She scooted off her stool, pushed a few bills toward the cashier and, with the feeling of Constantine's eyes on her back, tried to strut confidently out of the diner.

On the face of her business card was scribbled, "Kimber Sent Me; URGENT".

(OOC: Kimber out!)

Edited at 2011-08-04 05:13 am (UTC)
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on August 4th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC)
[OOC: I almost feel sorry for what's gonna happen to Constantine. He really has no idea what he's walking in to.]

Constantine waited until Kimber was well and truly gone, then rose from his chair and did, in fact, dance with joy. It earned him some strange looks from the surely looking waitress, but he did not care one bit. He held the business card in his hand, planting a brief kiss on it before tucking it safely away, followed by the rest of his dinner/soon to be breakfast. A quick check of his watch told him that he had ten minutes to get back to the Scene for his next set.

He half danced all the way there.

[Aaaaaaaand scene! *bows* Thankyew, thankyew, you've been a wonderful audience.]
 ☜♡☞: Hairflip Bomrabby on August 4th, 2011 05:55 am (UTC)
(OOC: LOL Hope it's okay I tried to segue you for your scene with Jerrica. XD I feel sorry for Kimber... Oh noes! Sisterly catfight? LOL... I guess we'll see if he holds her attention... XD I love the way you write, btw. It's so much fun to read!)
The Mad Fan Girl: 15fullmetal_cute on August 5th, 2011 04:47 am (UTC)
[OOC: No worries! And I'm glad you like my writing, you're is rather entertaining too.]