Sadies long blond hair covers her face while she sets up for her acoustic set. Her blue eyes look up to the bar filled to the nines, old country foak. Drunk cowboys soon attempt to hit on her and she ignores them when she begins to sing. She scans the room filled with old paint peeling off the wall and wobbly bar stools. Sadies cowboy boots tap to the tune of the song. She realized that a man in the back of the room is strangely out of place. He's no cowboy. More clean shaven dressed to the 10s businessman. She only can hope that he's here for her. The light of the day become dark and smoky into the night, when her set is through. Her guitar case piled high with change and small bills, she stuffs her guitar in. As the clacking of her boots hit the outside street, she is stopped. Sadie looks up to see the wealthy looking man, he's bathed in lights from the other nearly bars and she freezes. This wasn't no ordinary businessman, he was from a record
Sadies long blond hair covers her face while she sets up for her acoustic set. Her blue eyes look up to the bar filled to the nines, old country foak. Drunk cowboys soon attempt to hit on her and she ignores them when she begins to sing. She scans the room filled with old paint peeling off the wall and wobbly bar stools. Sadies cowboy boots tap to the tune of the song. She realized that a man in the back of the room is strangely out of place. He's no cowboy. More clean shaven dressed to the 10s businessman. She only can hope that he's here for her. The light of the day become dark and smoky into the night, when her set is through. Her guitar case piled high with change and small bills, she stuffs her guitar in. As the clacking of her boots hit the outside street, she is stopped. Sadie looks up to see the wealthy looking man, he's bathed in lights from the other nearly bars and she freezes. This wasn't no ordinary businessman, he was from a record