At long last, I have the first half done, and wanted to share it! I’m (slowly) working on the second half now. So, without further ado, here it is!
Jazz Night at the Silver Dome. Jack was equal parts excited, and nervous. He had no idea how well-received it would be. The Silver Dome was known for hosting several live musicians, a few of whom had gone on to great things, but none of them played jazz. They had all been country, or classic rock. This neighborhood wasn't really known for its interest in swing music. But, the announcements had been made, the posters printed, the music booked. It was now or never, do or die.
As Jack motored down the road, making his way toward the dance hall, a beam of light shining into the sky caught his eye. He leaned forward to look up through the windshield. Sure enough, there was the beam of a spotlight, slowly waving back and forth, seeming to originate from the direction of the Silver Dome. Jack smiled and picked up a bit of speed. He was a little more excited now.
His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. It was his girlfriend, Lindsay. At the bar. Catch u inside?
He smiled and texted back, not taking his eye off the road. No question, babe. Jack knew texting and driving was a bad habit, but he couldn't keep pulling over to answer messages. He was a man with things to do, so in his mind, this habit was born of necessity.
Kk. Won't have fone til later. Love u hun. Lindsay signed off. She would be busy for the next couple of hours, at least.
As Jack rounded the last corner, his jaw nearly dropped into his lap. The hall's parking lot was full, along with a decent string of cars parked on the road! He wasn't sure all these people would even fit inside! He slowly piloted his car down the line of parked cars and stopped in the first open spot he could find. Making sure it was locked, he jogged back up the road toward the Silver Dome. As he got closer, he met more and more people making their way to the hall. There were men dressed in dapper suits, and women in flashy dresses, sporting pearls and feathers in their hair. The Roaring Twenties appeared to be alive and well here, to Jack's immense surprise.
He reached the end of the admission line, and sighed, ready to resign himself to waiting and missing the start of the show, when the Dome's owner's husband Todd Draper noticed him. "Jack Connor!" he smiled, ushering Jack ahead. "You're not waiting out here! Get your carcass inside! I refuse to let you miss the special show tonight!"
Jack grinned sheepishly at the waiting patrons, mumbling apologies as he walked quickly by, until he got to the door. 'Big John' Masterson stood before him, as impressive and formidable as a mountain. At 6' 9", he was a veritable giant. John peered down at 5'8" Jack. "Password," he grunted.
"Let me in, dickhead," Jack said, staring back up at the giant. There was no password for employees, and John knew that.
"Good enough," John smirked slightly, before stepping aside and letting Jack pass. "When you see Lindsay, say hi for us, please?" The giant's features softened. He greatly enjoyed whenever Lindsay came by, as did the rest of the employees and patrons, but his position as bouncer often kept him from meeting Lindsay properly.
"Will do, John. We'll make sure to come out here and say hi." Jack promised, and ducked inside.
