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The Planet – Wednesday Night
Tina pulled into a parking space and killed the engine. Fuck, she’s not here yet.
She leaned back in the driver seat with her head knocking against the backrest in frustration. Her phone sat in the cup holder of her center console.
The blonde closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, hoping against hope that Bette would make an appearance at Kit’s karaoke night.
Tina found herself unable to sleep much the night before. The only reason she succumbed to a fitful slumber was due to the sheer exhaustion from her emotional state.
It wasn’t a coincidence to Tina that last night was the first California evening where the weather was significantly chillier than the previous September nights. She was more than sure that Bette’s absence next to her in bed was the reason it seemed so cold.
Once she got home, it took everything in Tina’s power not to get right back in her car and return to Bette’s in order to fix the problem she had created. She managed to exercise some self control and even refrained from texting or calling Bette, despite her dire need to hear that smooth, velvety voice whispering assurances that they would be okay.
The rise of the sun, however, brought with it the death of Tina’s willpower and the onslaught of unanswered texts were sent, as were the calls.
Now, out of the corner of her eye, she stared resentfully at the uncooperative communication device. Finding the strength to resist the temptation of making yet another ignored phone call, Tina gathered the rest of her belongings and got out of the car. She straightened her pencil skirt suit in the shiny reflection of her BMW.
Happy with what she saw looking back at her, she confidently strode towards the entrance of the Planet. As she got closer to the opened door, she could hear Kit on the microphone praising the most recent singer who had just stepped off the stage.
Stepping into the club, Tina witnessed Kit introduce the next one up to sing.
“Give it up, ya’ll, for Shameless Shaaaades McCutcheon!” Kit hollered into the mic.
Tina saw a smirking Shane make her way to the stage. Wearing a pair of mirrored Aviators, purple patent leather pants, and a black bandana on her head, the young drummer looked every bit of the rock and roll star she was bound to be.