Bright lights blinded Damien as he stood up at the front of stage, with his guitar in hand. He could barely see the small crowd that stood in front of him as his fingers moved over the strings. This wasn’t his first show by any means, but he wasn’t sure the lights were ever something he’d get used to even in small bars like this one. “I knew I’d see her around. I’d be at some party, she'd show up and I'd be walking out.” He started as he scanned the crowd. It had been months since Smiths had closed down but something about the small lively crowd gave him the resemblance of his time playing there with Ross and Hazel at the bar. “Or across some parking lot hiding behind her sister. I'd look up, she'd be at the red light beside me in that white Maxima with the sticker on the back.” Damien was thankful that this song was a cover and it wasn’t his own words he had to worry about butchering as he spoke half of the lyrics and sang the other. It was much less stressful then worrying about what the audience would think of his own and for the most part they seemed to enjoy it. When he noticed the door in the back the boy almost stumbled over his own words, almost sure he’d skipped at least a few lines as someone who looked strangely familiar to him walked in. He could sense the glares from his band mates as he caught himself back up to speed before continuing his song. “I knew she'd find a way to get over me but I'd never thought that she would get down with somebody I know. I guess that's just how it goes when you break up in a small town. I see our friends and they put on a show like they don't want me to know so they give me the go-around.” Damien continued the song with seemingly as few problems as he could as his eyes scanned the room, unsure where the familiar stranger had disappeared to among the lights and the crowd. Thankful when he felt the lights finally dim when he hit the last chord, knowing it meant he’d finally get at least a half hour break before they expected him to go back on.
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