Chapter 5
Story
He didn’t come.
I scan the Saturday night crowd for the eighth time, looking for my big Russian.
He’s not here. I can’t believe it.
“How are you all doing tonight?” I ask the crowd, faking my enthusiasm to be with them.
There’s already a decent crowd of our regulars here, and they cheer their welcome with over-enthusiastic vigor. “Story! We love you!”
I chuckle into the mic. “I love you, too.”
I don’t feel like playing the set list I put together. At Rue’s, we usually play a mix of covers and original pieces. We have enough of our own songs to do an all-original show, and we do when we get booked other places, but playing at the same place every Saturday, it gets old. People like to hear covers mixed in. They get excited about them.
My fingers play a few notes on m
