A Piece of Your Heart

hat time

e band every night for the customers to enjoy. I became one of the perfo

l. He was impressed by my voice and allowed me to perform on weekends while

y creativity. My sketch pads remained empty in my drawe

me, I had to jot down the notes as fast as I could before they disappeared from my mind. I w

would only come on stage and perform covers of songs that already existed. I didn't mind because I loved to sin

se nights on the weekends when I

ks like that man

the bar, ordering a drink. He was dressed in his usual outfit: a casual brown knit sweater with a black tre

and his dark hair was tousled in an oddly charming s

ly came to the bar on week

first, being someone who had never been in a place like this before, but the kindness

to. There were regulars that I liked, like Mr. Kennedy who had two cute daughters at home, Mr. Johnson wh

were infrequent or newcomers. It wasn't a small bar, but it wasn't too big either. It was one of the

me reason, he seemed different from everyone else. It didn't seem like he came here to

y here because he was i

e was strangely consistent, which wa

ekends," Madison remarked with a coy smile on her face. "I'm

r ones. He likes to order the expensive drinks around here, after

, though. It's like he's coming here for something in

. "Sounds

t turn out to be some kind o

dison chuckled at the

to come to a place like this. Didn't they usu

for the performance, I felt a pair of eyes on me. Like th

while. The men's eyes were usually roaming around the room looking for some

ay a finger on me or sta

swept across the bar, no one really caught my eye. Everyone seemed to be focus

es fell on the man Mad

y at the band. He didn't seem particularly interested in them, an

at he was here for. Maybe

e had never seen the man get drunk before. She probably hop

hy was I even in

an could wait for now. I needed to tune my guitar properly first and rev

n was

sting to observe e

*

gh, it wa

stomach. I could see Gracie and Mr. Johnson giving me encouraging smiles and wa

n stage. Luckily, with the nervousness came the excitement. There was just something about singing that made m

it was second nature. It was as if I was a part of the song

t work and played them over and over in my head. I no longer neede

was sing to my

arating and exciting that it made me smile when the people in the bar clapped ge

of the corner of my eye. So

s tha

wn knit sweater and

t me, smiling and clap

, it was as if somethin

looked so.

.. w

I seen h