Travis
By the time Jake actually got around to seeing the Prophet that day, he was already dangerously close to being late for work. He was equal parts livid and terrified. Sure, the Burning Man killings were tragic, but he hadn't been too terribly close to any of the victims. Other than pleasantries and a few friends in common, he'd had no connection to them at all. But Lavender. Lavender had been like the big sister he never had. Hell, he'd taken her on summer hols and she'd invited him out to her more exotic shoots.
Nothing would have been better than bailing on work - having someone cover or just being a no-call-no-show - but he'd somehow gotten roped into taking over the early performance set for the night before his actual shift. While he wasn't too terribly interested in singing to the early bar crowd, it was a good career move, and once he was there, there was no getting out of his shift.
He'd had to settle for owling to have flowers and a note sent to Lavender before apparating to the nearest alley to the Drunk Piano. He was tearing through the place and to the stage without much of a word to anyone. He tried not to think to hard about how the Burning Man attacks had moved from Wizard to Muggle pubs or about how Lavender was doing and if she really was pulling through.
Somewhere around the middle of his second song, he managed to get it under control and lose himself in the music. By the end of his third, he was fully into the persona and was interacting well with the crowd. When he finished his fifth, he was legitimately having a good time.
It was too bad that was the end of his scheduled time, but at least there was some time between his set and his shift to at least take a breath.
Nothing would have been better than bailing on work - having someone cover or just being a no-call-no-show - but he'd somehow gotten roped into taking over the early performance set for the night before his actual shift. While he wasn't too terribly interested in singing to the early bar crowd, it was a good career move, and once he was there, there was no getting out of his shift.
He'd had to settle for owling to have flowers and a note sent to Lavender before apparating to the nearest alley to the Drunk Piano. He was tearing through the place and to the stage without much of a word to anyone. He tried not to think to hard about how the Burning Man attacks had moved from Wizard to Muggle pubs or about how Lavender was doing and if she really was pulling through.
Somewhere around the middle of his second song, he managed to get it under control and lose himself in the music. By the end of his third, he was fully into the persona and was interacting well with the crowd. When he finished his fifth, he was legitimately having a good time.
It was too bad that was the end of his scheduled time, but at least there was some time between his set and his shift to at least take a breath.