Plane having landed that morning, she had some time to rest before making her way over to the New York bar. She was requested by the owner to fly out and sing. Having family in the area, she agreed.
As there were multiple sets being played that night, the bar was already packed when Emilia stepped inside. Walking over to the makeshift ‘backstage’ to prepare and wait for her set. Not long after arriving, she stepped onto the stage and after a short introduction began to sing. She looked over the crowd as she sang – hoping to see at least one familiar face.
The small bar was packed from wall to wall. Happy chatter between bands was slung around as easy as the alcohol flowed from the bar thanks to an expert bartender who zipped from side to side like it was barely a challenge. People were happy, excited and the music was fantastic. Blaine was all grins and toothy smiles as he made his way into the bar earlier that night to wait for Emilia’s performance.
Having enjoyed most of the sets so far without a single drop of anything to drink besides soda–he, finally, used his fake I.D. (not that he was carded anyway..he doubted anyone cared here unless the cops showed up) to get a beer and settle in knowing she was the next in line. Joining in with the cheers–Blaine bounced in his seat when the music started and was still bright and twinkly eyed when they made eye contact. A set of slender fingers lifted in a wave to her and he winked encouragingly mouthing the words, ‘You’re doing great!’, as one foot bobbed to the beat from where it swayed in the air with one leg being crossed over the other.
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