BAD KARMA // h.s

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        Cherry pov
     I loved New York City at night time. People stumbling out of taxis, stumbling into bars, stumbling into arms of lovers. During the day the city was different; people had places to be money to make dreams to achieve. But when the sun set and the city glowed the facade crumbled. The people who fiercely walked the streets now sit behind bars and drink their unhappiness away. Their self hatred leaking out like a spilled drink.

"CHERRY THAT WAS SUCH A GREAT SHOW!!!" My friend Lily yelled as she passed me to greet her boyfriend Ben; the drummer in our band. I met Lily freshman year of college through her I met Ben, he came in our room and heard me singing and introduced me to Foster and Tommy who play base and electric. We immediately all clicked and one night after getting shit faced we created our band: BAD KARMA.

"I know right the crowd loved me" I heard foster say and I reached down to grab my leather jacket I threw off while preforming. Loud pop music and bickering from my friends filled my ears while my eyes searched the crowd for the familiar mop of blonde hair- Evelyn. She wasn't here.. good I thought to myself." ok guys good show I'll see you all at rows" I quickly made my exit not bothering to hear their reply. I walked out the back entrance knowing better than to try and go through the front where I would be smothered by the crowd who wanted my attention. Usually I'd be all for it but not tonight.

Rows was a dinner 2 blocks away from the bar we performed at every night. It was owned by an old lady who opened up in the 50s. Before we even started doing shows we used to come here after getting drunk- we'd all get coffee and take turns putting quarters into the juke box. We'd talk about our hookups and failed exams and write shitty music. Things didn't really change after we started doing shows if anything we came here more.

I opened the door to the dinner and was met with the ringing of a bell and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I walked over to the juke box and put in a quarter. I scanned the names of the songs I've listened to and played over the last 4 years, picking the first song of the night I'm on fire by Bruce Springsteen. I sat to the left of the big bulky machine and I let the words and cords dance in my head. One thing I love about music is that there's always a song for however your feeling. I'm not good with my words or expressing myself, so when I find a song that says what I feel it helps me unravel those feelings.. it helps me understand them. So every night I come in this dinner and I chose a song- and it makes me feel a little bit better about my incapability to understand my feelings.

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