Post by Spencer Crugario on Dec 1, 2009 22:19:09 GMT -6
The guitar began to play and the drum tap out a beat as Spencer tapped his foot some. His lips were curled in a slight smirk as he himself began to play a dark wooden guitar hanging from his shoulders. He looked up, his eyes wandering the crowd as he leaned in towards the mike. They were sitting at their tables and drinking their alcohol but all attention was fixated on what he was about to sing. His band was becoming quite a hit with the younger crowd and when he got to the end of the show there would be more people in the crowd, stuffing the small bar as far as it would go.
As his voice came out it was soft but strong toned with a deep lull to it that seemed to entrance anyone who was listening. It rolled along with the music, the lyrics and musical composition fitting perfectly together as he rose his voice to the perfect tone and then softened or hardened it with a professional quality. Full of emotion, his voice reached through to the corners of the building and he looked around with his eyes, taking in all he saw. At least in these peoples eye, he wasn't viewed as a rich boy who was stuck up. No one knew who he really was.
The last song he sang had a fast tempo and an air of excitement to it. There were a few cheers from the audience and he smirked as his mouth formed words in quick succession. During a guitar solo, his eyes went around the room for the last time and they caught on a girls eyes in the crowd. She was quite pretty and seemed to be enjoying the music. He gave her a smile and a small wink and started singing again, finishing the song shortly. At the end of the show he gave her a salute, making it obvious that it was for her and walked off the small stage.
A few days later Spencer was in a sleek black mini-limo. His black pin-stripped suit was snug on his figure and his face was drawn in a flat lipped expression, his dark green eyes had a blank look as the door was opened for him and he got out, nodding to his driver and good friend. "Another 'date'?" He asked sarcastically and his driver nodded, a slightly pitying look in his eyes. "I know your mad at your father for sending you on them continuously but he wants you to get a good girl for yourself." Spencer knew his driver was trying to help but a brief flash of anger passed through his eyes at his father. "They he should let me choose for myself."
Spencer walked into the park, the wind blowing softly. He was glad that it wasn't hot out and managed to put a somewhat pleasant look on his face. He walked around until he found where he was supposed to meet this 'wonderful lady' who would probably end up being a complete bitch. As he sat down on a bench, behind a fountain he closed his eyes and sighed, his mind slipping to his performance a few days before and for some reason the girl he had seen, seemed to keep coming back into his mind...
