The way to fame

It was 12 o clock Jack was sitting behind the bar as he watching the patrons of his bar. He looked away at the clock. The band that would play tonight was late. He walked out of the bar to the dressing room. The guitarist of the band was on a chair by the door along and nearby was the drummer. Jack opened his mouth to ask them where the singer was until she walked out of the door. She scratched her hair to fluff them up again and pulled a lock of her hair, a pink highlight, behind her ear.

“Alexis, the man is waiting for us.” said the drummer.

Alexis nodded and smiled to Jack and then waved to her bandmates to follow her.

“Tom where the hell are you ?” she called to find her bassist.

The bassist appeared with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a lady in his one arm.

“Sorry Jack. She just doesn’t want to leave me yet. Having fun, babe ?” he asked and smiled at the young woman in his arm.

Jack scratched his unshaven chin and nodded an ok to the bassist and walked out. Tom walked behind him till he turned left to the bar’s stage. Jack walked behind the bar again and nodded the bartender to notice the singer.

“Alexis is amazing, boss. Wouldn’t you like to sh…!” the bartender didn’t get to finish his sentence as Jack shoved a cotton towel with the brand of a whiskey in red letters in his mouth. He waved at the pile of dirty glasses and walked to the stage clearing his throat. He stopped in front of the microphone and tapped it twice.

“Tonight folks, I give you, the Asteroid Clouds. Have fun !” he said and raised his fist. The crowd cheered and then Alexis took the microphone as Jack walked off the stage.

Alexis begun singing a song of her band and Jack walked behind the bar again.

“To your question earlier : No, I wouldn’t women are only to provide us with fun” shouted Jack at the bar tender.

“And that’s why you will die alone, boss” said the bartender without a hint of a smile.

“I won’t die alone, I will die with a whore beneath me. That’s all. Now pour me a whiskey” he said and tapped his hand on the counter along with the music. “I don’t like her voice. It’s too husky” he said and greedily grabbed the glass of whiskey as the bar tender was still pouring. “Thank you Jeremy, you can be slower” he said sarcastically and walked between the dancing crowd drinking from his glass like he was all alone and the people wouldn’t spill his drink.

“He’s nuts” said the bartender and shook his head as he cleaned the counter with a towel.

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The police cars stopped out of the Jack’s bar. The neon sign glowed green on them reading “Peacock Tail” and a peacock made of wire shone emerald green.

“How do they make the signs glow in that kind of color.