Page 5 of Sangre
“Do you think you can introduce me—”
“Us,” Zoe chimed in.
Ella nodded. “Usto Arsen or Isla Rose?”
“Enough. I told you guys to go sit over there. Now go. We got shit to talk about.” Skull walked over to the table carrying two tall glasses in his hands.
“Please?” Ella whispered, her eyes darting from Sangre to Skull then back to Sangre.
“Sure. Why not? I’ll let you know when I can arrange it.”
Ella and Zoe squealed and grabbed each other’s arms as they jumped in place. “That’d be so cool. Thanks!”
“Yeah, thanks,” Zoe said as Ella tugged her toward the table.
Sangre chuckled and gestured the bartender for another shot.
“Thanks for making my sister and her goofy friend happy,” Skull said, leaning against the bar. Sangre lifted his chin and picked up his drink.
After the local band finished their set, excited chatter filled the room. He watched as roadies made sure the equipment was in the right places, and then people started filling in the area in front of the stage, their faces bathed in strained anticipation.
A lanky man in long hair, jeans, and an AC/DC T-shirt grabbed the microphone and asked if everyone was having “a good fucking time.” The crowd cheered, whistled, and clapped. He paused dramatically then stretched out his arm. “Let’s give a big fucking hand toIRIS BLUE!” The crowd erupted, and Sangre saw Ella and Zoe right in front, pressing against the stage. The lights went off and a lone riff echoed through the venue, and then red, blue, and yellow lights flashed, revealing the band. The crowd went wild.
Sangre saw the back of a woman, who was bent over, microphone in hand, slowly straighten up while holding a note so strong and pure a hush fell over the audience. Then the lead and rhythm guitarists began playing, and she spun around, her long dark hair moving with her. Blue and red lights bounced off of her black sequined jeans as she swayed her hips in perfect rhythm to the beat of the song. He watched her, mesmerized by her movement and confidence. And then she sang. The sound of her voice was thick and sweet like warm honey dripping over him. It was intoxicating, and it captivated him completely. He couldn’t turn away from her, even when Army handed him a drink. It was like she was pulling him in, and her voice was the magnet.
Damn. In that moment, he realized this wasn’t going to be any ordinary job. There was something exhilarating, mysterious, sensuous, and… familiar about her. It was like he knew her, but he didn’t.
All that in a matter of minutes.
Fuck.
