Faye: The Therapy Sessions *Chapter 4*
Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2003 1:33 pm
Chapter 4-Gotta Get Through This-
I was nervous, for one of the first times in my life I was nervous. The people around me looked scared shitless, but I wasn't really scared, just nervous. I looked out in the audience to see Doctor Zebb eyeing me and discretely pointing at the man sitting next to her. He must be the company head, but it didn't particularly phase me. I was desperately waiting for Jet to come, I wanted him to see this. I wanted him to know I could do something right for a change. I saw him enter beaming like a proud father, a man with a brown coat and hat followed him in and sat next to him at a table. They talked and laughed like they were old friends. 'Hm, he even brought another friend, good to see he has some faith in me.' I smiled andchecked my outfit one last time. It was simple, non revealing and I kinda liked it. I was wearing a knee length denim skirt that was purposely faded and frayed and a black, ribbed turtleneck sweater that fit me like a glove. I went without a headband tonight and was wearing a pair of simple black leather knee-high boots. I firmly decided I didn't want to get into this company by, um...bust alone. I wanted my talent to carry me through this. I felt like a real woman, not just some dime a dozen whore.
'I may need to go shopping here soon.'
Open mic started as a few singer/songwriter hippies went. One by one the people went, I looked out at Jet who gave me a thumbs up and another smile. The man tilted his head up, all I could see was his wiry smile. It was a nice smile, I was again struck with one of those weird deja vu feelings. Something to talk about in next week's session, I figured. The woman backstage smiled up at me.
"Faye Valentine"
"Yep"
"You're on"
I stepped closer to the stage awaiting the last act to finish. When they were done the owner of the club stepped out and grabbed the mic.
"Next up, a new comer to Open Mic Night, let's give her a warm welcome. Faye Valentine!"
I took a nervous step on stage and looked over at my accompanist on the piano. I stood a the mic and gave him a slight nod. He started playing, I took one last deep breath and sang.
Ninety miles outside of Chicago
can't stop driving I don't know why
so many questions
I need an answer
Two years you leaving
and you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earheart?
Who holds stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
for the ninety-seventh time
tonight
Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Someday we'll know
why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
I watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me?
tonight
Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Someday we'll know
why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know I was the one for you
After I was done, I knew it was good. I gave it all I had, and it was a beautiful thing. I received a standing ovation, the first and only for the night. Afterwards I headed out into the seating of the shop. The manager was the first to get to me, and offered me my own performances in the evenings, for pay. I told him I'd consider. Doctor Zebb and the manager of the company found me next.
"Faye, that was excellent. I knew you had it in you."
"Thank you Doc...Rebecca."
The man next to her smiled and finally spoke to me.
"Faye, that was excellent."
He held out his hand to shake.
"I'm William Salvador of the Mars Theater Company, I'd love if you'd come down and audition for the group."
"I'd love to Mr. Salvador."
"Please, call me Bill."
"Thank you Bill."
He handed me his card and instructions to call on Monday to set up an audition time.
"I think you'd do the company some good."
"Thank you Bill. Excuse me but I need to find a friend."
"No trouble at all, I hope to hear from you soon."
I saw Jet smiling at me from across the room. I walked, well, more like ran into one of his bear hugs.
"God, that was beautiful Faye."
"I'm glad you made it Jet."
"Wouldn't have missed it for the world."
I laughed, a good laugh, things were going right again. I was digging myself out of the hole. Hell I was right at the top, nothing could have taken me off that cloud I was floating on at that moment. Except a voice behind me.
"You weren't completely off-key that time Faye. I'm impressed"
My stomach lurched as I turned to face Jet's "friend." I was confronted by a mop of brown, fuzzy hair, a lopsided smile, and two mismatched brown eyes. I immediately started shaking uncontrollably and ran for the nearest bathroom.
I was nervous, for one of the first times in my life I was nervous. The people around me looked scared shitless, but I wasn't really scared, just nervous. I looked out in the audience to see Doctor Zebb eyeing me and discretely pointing at the man sitting next to her. He must be the company head, but it didn't particularly phase me. I was desperately waiting for Jet to come, I wanted him to see this. I wanted him to know I could do something right for a change. I saw him enter beaming like a proud father, a man with a brown coat and hat followed him in and sat next to him at a table. They talked and laughed like they were old friends. 'Hm, he even brought another friend, good to see he has some faith in me.' I smiled andchecked my outfit one last time. It was simple, non revealing and I kinda liked it. I was wearing a knee length denim skirt that was purposely faded and frayed and a black, ribbed turtleneck sweater that fit me like a glove. I went without a headband tonight and was wearing a pair of simple black leather knee-high boots. I firmly decided I didn't want to get into this company by, um...bust alone. I wanted my talent to carry me through this. I felt like a real woman, not just some dime a dozen whore.
'I may need to go shopping here soon.'
Open mic started as a few singer/songwriter hippies went. One by one the people went, I looked out at Jet who gave me a thumbs up and another smile. The man tilted his head up, all I could see was his wiry smile. It was a nice smile, I was again struck with one of those weird deja vu feelings. Something to talk about in next week's session, I figured. The woman backstage smiled up at me.
"Faye Valentine"
"Yep"
"You're on"
I stepped closer to the stage awaiting the last act to finish. When they were done the owner of the club stepped out and grabbed the mic.
"Next up, a new comer to Open Mic Night, let's give her a warm welcome. Faye Valentine!"
I took a nervous step on stage and looked over at my accompanist on the piano. I stood a the mic and gave him a slight nod. He started playing, I took one last deep breath and sang.
Ninety miles outside of Chicago
can't stop driving I don't know why
so many questions
I need an answer
Two years you leaving
and you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earheart?
Who holds stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
for the ninety-seventh time
tonight
Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Someday we'll know
why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
I watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me?
tonight
Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Someday we'll know
why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know I was the one for you
After I was done, I knew it was good. I gave it all I had, and it was a beautiful thing. I received a standing ovation, the first and only for the night. Afterwards I headed out into the seating of the shop. The manager was the first to get to me, and offered me my own performances in the evenings, for pay. I told him I'd consider. Doctor Zebb and the manager of the company found me next.
"Faye, that was excellent. I knew you had it in you."
"Thank you Doc...Rebecca."
The man next to her smiled and finally spoke to me.
"Faye, that was excellent."
He held out his hand to shake.
"I'm William Salvador of the Mars Theater Company, I'd love if you'd come down and audition for the group."
"I'd love to Mr. Salvador."
"Please, call me Bill."
"Thank you Bill."
He handed me his card and instructions to call on Monday to set up an audition time.
"I think you'd do the company some good."
"Thank you Bill. Excuse me but I need to find a friend."
"No trouble at all, I hope to hear from you soon."
I saw Jet smiling at me from across the room. I walked, well, more like ran into one of his bear hugs.
"God, that was beautiful Faye."
"I'm glad you made it Jet."
"Wouldn't have missed it for the world."
I laughed, a good laugh, things were going right again. I was digging myself out of the hole. Hell I was right at the top, nothing could have taken me off that cloud I was floating on at that moment. Except a voice behind me.
"You weren't completely off-key that time Faye. I'm impressed"
My stomach lurched as I turned to face Jet's "friend." I was confronted by a mop of brown, fuzzy hair, a lopsided smile, and two mismatched brown eyes. I immediately started shaking uncontrollably and ran for the nearest bathroom.
