Not having to work until mid afternoon had advantages. For Pat Kalinska, that meant after his leisurely early morning drive back from Providence, he could return his sister's car and then take the train back to Time's Square to check out a local band on the verge of making it big. He'd gotten the email and laughed.
He remembered Breaker Street. Vaguely. It was more apt to say that he remembered a certain die-hard fan of the band. A pretty little redheaded waitress he used to flirt with to no avail. She was probably over the moon at her friends' fortune. Maybe he'd even spot her in the crowd, that hair was hard to miss and she'd probably be center front anyhow.
And then the band played on...and were better than he remembered from the occasional mid-week gig he'd heard. Wow. Then again, his own incredibly good mood could have something to do with his impression here. Pat was happy, smitten...possibly quite taken with the reason for his upstate drive in the first place. Life was good. The music was good. Why shouldn't everyone get what they wanted?
There was no redhead that he could locate. Oh, well. Big crowd. She was probably there and he just couldn't see her, even with his height advantage over most of the audience.
And the lead signer was from Queens, or at least currently living there. Pat gave a loud hooyah at that and a fist bump. Boys from the 'hood should stick together.
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:47 am (UTC)He remembered Breaker Street. Vaguely. It was more apt to say that he remembered a certain die-hard fan of the band. A pretty little redheaded waitress he used to flirt with to no avail. She was probably over the moon at her friends' fortune. Maybe he'd even spot her in the crowd, that hair was hard to miss and she'd probably be center front anyhow.
And then the band played on...and were better than he remembered from the occasional mid-week gig he'd heard. Wow. Then again, his own incredibly good mood could have something to do with his impression here. Pat was happy, smitten...possibly quite taken with the reason for his upstate drive in the first place. Life was good. The music was good. Why shouldn't everyone get what they wanted?
There was no redhead that he could locate. Oh, well. Big crowd. She was probably there and he just couldn't see her, even with his height advantage over most of the audience.
And the lead signer was from Queens, or at least currently living there. Pat gave a loud hooyah at that and a fist bump. Boys from the 'hood should stick together.