Envy Adams (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whenshewasnice) wrote2017-06-23 10:10 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2017-06-23 10:10 pm
Entry tags:
A Club, Jim's Universe, Friday FT
Envy didn't enjoy touring, not really. Not like this, anyway, when every day it was a different city, a different universe and her days were packed with interviews upon interviews to the point where it didn't even matter that she was hopping around the multiverse because it all got repetitive and disorienting and it was hard to keep track of where she was, anyway.
But the shows made it worth it. Every night, she remembered what the point of this whole endeavour was: on stage, she felt alive. She felt at home.
And in that respect, tonight was no different. The place was packed, as most stops on this weird tour were. Envy's crew had made good work on researching who the relevant hipster influencers of the area were, and invited them directly. They did the rest. And so the energy in the club was good. Easy to feed off of. Envy was practically glowing as she strutted about the stage, holding her audience's rapt attention with her every move. Every song.
Towards the end of her show, she dedicated a song to a "blue-eyed farm boy", and made a mental note to check the blogs tomorrow for any speculation about that. Just for fun. Let them gossip. She'd just sing.
"No more hot-headed Saturdays; they got it, they want it, they give it away. Tell me one thing you would never do; I was looking for a hooker when I found you."
Then, with a few more songs – one encore included – the show was over and Envy was backstage, changing into a different dress while her crew got to packing things away. Security at the backstage door had been given a printout of a cheesy, smiley photo of Jim for reference in case he came by, but Envy was also planning to head back out into the club once it cleared out some, if he didn't choose to come to her first.
She wasn't sure he'd made it. She was hoping he had. She wanted tonight to be a little different from all the other ones on this tour.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, for the mentioned boy with the bluest eyes!]
But the shows made it worth it. Every night, she remembered what the point of this whole endeavour was: on stage, she felt alive. She felt at home.
And in that respect, tonight was no different. The place was packed, as most stops on this weird tour were. Envy's crew had made good work on researching who the relevant hipster influencers of the area were, and invited them directly. They did the rest. And so the energy in the club was good. Easy to feed off of. Envy was practically glowing as she strutted about the stage, holding her audience's rapt attention with her every move. Every song.
Towards the end of her show, she dedicated a song to a "blue-eyed farm boy", and made a mental note to check the blogs tomorrow for any speculation about that. Just for fun. Let them gossip. She'd just sing.
"No more hot-headed Saturdays; they got it, they want it, they give it away. Tell me one thing you would never do; I was looking for a hooker when I found you."
Then, with a few more songs – one encore included – the show was over and Envy was backstage, changing into a different dress while her crew got to packing things away. Security at the backstage door had been given a printout of a cheesy, smiley photo of Jim for reference in case he came by, but Envy was also planning to head back out into the club once it cleared out some, if he didn't choose to come to her first.
She wasn't sure he'd made it. She was hoping he had. She wanted tonight to be a little different from all the other ones on this tour.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, for the mentioned boy with the bluest eyes!]
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"Shush. You're wasting precious time."
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"Yes, I guess I have to get you behind a closed door fast."
Good thing, then, that she was already nudging him in the direction of the exit.
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Envy's hand closed around his for an easy hold. Truth be told, she probably needed it, but she wouldn't have admitted it.
So she just smirked at him as she used the hold for leading him out of the club. Out the back – she'd already done enough socializing with fans for tonight. Besides, that was where the car was, with one back door already open and inviting.