@starrphase
Alison pushed her blonde curls back, or at least tried to. The wind, however, had other ideas. God, she loved and hated the winters in New York. The snow was always so beautiful and she loved Christimas time, but the cold was so bitter. Even the thickest winter coat didn’t seem to be enough.
Walking across the street, she felt a sense of pride as she looked at the bar she was going to. It was by far the largest venue she’d ever played and, damn, if she hadn’t work her ass off for it. Alison had called her dad to let him know and his response had been less than ideal, but Alison was still proud of herself. That was really all that mattered after all.
Opening up the door, she slid inside of the bar and felt herself start to defrost. She undid the buttons on her coat and slid it off, putting it over her arm instead as she looked around. A soft smile made its way to her lips as she practically floated to the bar. “Can I just have some water, please?”