Black Tear Fallen
The bar's stench of smoke, alcohol and casual sex was thick enough to drown in and I almost did. In an attempt to maintain a fervent gasp of my sanity I went to the bar, ordered a beer that went down like bile as I played a few games of pool to the soulless repetitive electronic discord the barman thought was music. This droned on for another hour. Three beers, half a packet of cigarettes and fifty bucks later boredom arose, so it was of to the bar to wait for things to get going. Before I could get there a tap on the microphone caught me off guard, a rare occasion. As I turned to the stage my heart jumped out of my mouth and into my glass, so I downed it as soon as I could before it decided to stop beating.
I didn't want to look up at the stage. I feared the cliché bar band would be preparing to subject us to emotionally pornographic lyrics about how they lived at home and no one loved them. I was pleasantly surprised
A black haired angel in a red dress melted on the microphone as her