For Steve...
Nervous...
The aggitated old man stood, arms crossed, in front of the group, still yelling about the lack of respect given to him. The other two musicians preforming with him, seemed less than enthusiastic about waiting for everybody to be quite and settle down. The group would stare at individual clusters of students and wait angrily for quite. The balding man seemed to take more time angrily staring at the jazz musicians. He glared at them, but the musicans remained fixated on the beautiful girls surrounding them and kept lovingly talking to them.
She turned back from the group of jazz musicians. She was tired of watching their public displays of affection, especially since these displays were pretty much foreplay for a rowdy night. She ripped the glasses off her face and angrily set them on the table next to the watch. She could feel her smile fade quickly from her face and quickly be replaced by a frown. The yelling became increasinly worse, the musicians seemed to be fighting back.
She picked up the watch and glared at its gold hands. Time seemed to be moving almost backwards. She tapped the edges of the glass cover with her fingers, as if the speed the clock up. The noise seemed to cause a momentary focus for her boredom. She tapped the edges and started to spin the little dials. She crossed her legs under the table, accidently knocking into somebody's feet. She pretended not to notice and put the watch back on the table. She rested her head in her hands and stared back at the balding old man in fake admiration.
Something under her table moved. It hit her foot and immediately slid gently up her leg in a sorry game of footsie. She stiffened up and nearly elbowed her nearby seating companion and the face. He turned to look at her and she motioned to the floor. A dark shoe was rubbing up and down her leg. Her seating partner nearly burst out laughing, but covered his mouth and almost choked instead. She elbowed him in the ribs and moved her foot behind her seat hooks. He continued to giggle, and she could feel her face slowly turning bright pink.
He turned and watched her from the corner of his eyes. Her face was half burried in her blue sweater as she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She was focussing straight ahead, as to not catch the eye of any potential footsie players, and shivering slightly. He watched her shiver and took off his coat. The night was fairly warm, or at least he felt so. He delicately drapped his coat over her shoulders and went back to watching the balding man play guitar and ramble on about some sort of musical ideas.
She reached back and tugged the coat closer to her face. The room seemed to be freezing right now and even with the jacket she was shivering. She looked over to her seating partner saw he was looking straight ahead. She immdeiately fell copycat and watched the old man too. He was still rambling on about jazz and how it affected him. She lay her head down on the besk and closed her eyes. She could feel herself starting to slowly drift into sleep.
The sound of students clapping and moving chairs woke her. She lay, half dazed and still mostly asleep, on the table blinking curiously. She tried to remember what was going on when a hand poked her back lightly. Her partener was looking at her curiously, and she rubbed her eyes.
"What did I miss?" She groggling stared up at him.
I'll finish this later....
The aggitated old man stood, arms crossed, in front of the group, still yelling about the lack of respect given to him. The other two musicians preforming with him, seemed less than enthusiastic about waiting for everybody to be quite and settle down. The group would stare at individual clusters of students and wait angrily for quite. The balding man seemed to take more time angrily staring at the jazz musicians. He glared at them, but the musicans remained fixated on the beautiful girls surrounding them and kept lovingly talking to them.
She turned back from the group of jazz musicians. She was tired of watching their public displays of affection, especially since these displays were pretty much foreplay for a rowdy night. She ripped the glasses off her face and angrily set them on the table next to the watch. She could feel her smile fade quickly from her face and quickly be replaced by a frown. The yelling became increasinly worse, the musicians seemed to be fighting back.
She picked up the watch and glared at its gold hands. Time seemed to be moving almost backwards. She tapped the edges of the glass cover with her fingers, as if the speed the clock up. The noise seemed to cause a momentary focus for her boredom. She tapped the edges and started to spin the little dials. She crossed her legs under the table, accidently knocking into somebody's feet. She pretended not to notice and put the watch back on the table. She rested her head in her hands and stared back at the balding old man in fake admiration.
Something under her table moved. It hit her foot and immediately slid gently up her leg in a sorry game of footsie. She stiffened up and nearly elbowed her nearby seating companion and the face. He turned to look at her and she motioned to the floor. A dark shoe was rubbing up and down her leg. Her seating partner nearly burst out laughing, but covered his mouth and almost choked instead. She elbowed him in the ribs and moved her foot behind her seat hooks. He continued to giggle, and she could feel her face slowly turning bright pink.
He turned and watched her from the corner of his eyes. Her face was half burried in her blue sweater as she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She was focussing straight ahead, as to not catch the eye of any potential footsie players, and shivering slightly. He watched her shiver and took off his coat. The night was fairly warm, or at least he felt so. He delicately drapped his coat over her shoulders and went back to watching the balding man play guitar and ramble on about some sort of musical ideas.
She reached back and tugged the coat closer to her face. The room seemed to be freezing right now and even with the jacket she was shivering. She looked over to her seating partner saw he was looking straight ahead. She immdeiately fell copycat and watched the old man too. He was still rambling on about jazz and how it affected him. She lay her head down on the besk and closed her eyes. She could feel herself starting to slowly drift into sleep.
The sound of students clapping and moving chairs woke her. She lay, half dazed and still mostly asleep, on the table blinking curiously. She tried to remember what was going on when a hand poked her back lightly. Her partener was looking at her curiously, and she rubbed her eyes.
"What did I miss?" She groggling stared up at him.
I'll finish this later....