Club Opening

[bitingmybullet]

Well.

Here we go.

The night is young, the lights are low, and the sound system actually appears to be working. Gwen's dressed in what, for her, is nice: black dance pants, ballet flats, and a scoop-neck t-shirt.

She's just praying no fights break out. She likes this shirt

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[bass_line_blues]

And there's Preston, with his bass-onna-cart - craning his neck and looking around real hopefully for someone who can play, say, a melody.

After a minute, he shrugs, and kneels down to unpadlock the case.

[k_gabriel]

"Looking for someone?"

And there's a Karla over his shoulder, smiling just a bit.

[bass_line_blues]

Preston looks up.

Preston says: :D!!!

"Making a grand entrance?"

[k_gabriel]

Solemnly, "I try."

She bends to open her own case, still smiling.

"So, I've never played, like, on an actual stage. Should be interesting."

[bass_line_blues]

"Hey, I'm an old hand at this," Preston tells her, solemnly.

"I've played on about every stage in Monterey.

"Uh, all the ones that are really garages, at least."

[k_gabriel]

"Hey, one man's garage is another man's...stage. I guess."

Karla ducks her head through the shoulder strap, then straightens up.

"So, got any particular tunes in mind?"

[bass_line_blues]

Preston snorts.

"Shit, up 'til five minutes ago, I was prepping 'Stairway to Heaven' on bass. Pick what you like; I'll follow up."

[k_gabriel]

You know what happens when you let Karla pick the music?

That's right.

Hey, it's catchy.

[bass_line_blues]

It's got a beat and you can dance to it!

Or. You know. Cry to it.

Preston strikes up the bass line, though he doesn't hide a smirk at the repeat selection.

". . . remind me to scrounge some amps," he says, at the end of it - looking around at the roomful of people, a little ruefully.

[k_gabriel]

"Didn't sound too bad from here," Karla comments. "But amps at all are new and fun for me, so."

[bass_line_blues]

A grin. "Sure, it sounds fucking great from here."

Preston squints out at all the people in the room - more for effect, than anything else; he can smell who's where, even over the (still unpleasantly acrid) scent of fresh paint.

"Way out in the corner there, though - ten bucks says they couldn't even tell we were playing."

Hey, it's not like ten bucks means much anymore anyways.

[k_gabriel]

If Karla had ten bucks, she certainly wouldn't be betting with it.

Flippantly, "Their loss."

Then, more serious, "You think you'd be able to get more amps from somewhere?"

[bass_line_blues]

"I dunno," Preston says, thoughtfully.

"There's a techie here says he's supposed to be handling sound - and I met a guy yesterday, too, does black market sort of shit. But if I asked him the price'd probably be steep."

[k_gabriel]

"Yeah, probably."

Karla's strumming idly, playing little snatches of notes that aren't really a song, per se.

Then, she starts into something else, which would sound a lot better with a full band, but it's worth a shot.

"Know this one?"

[bass_line_blues]

"- hang on, give me a sec," Preston says, frowning a moment; then his face clears, and he strikes a few triumphant cords.

"Jethro Tull."

[k_gabriel]

"Yep." Karla grins, strumming. "Keep me around long enough, and I'll play something by someone who doesn't start with J, promise."