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“Great, thank you.”
“No problem, would you like another margarita?” he asked, picking up her empty glass.
“Umm, I better not.” Bette smiled shyly. The young man was just about to turn away with her plate when Bette stopped him again. “By the way, why are they closing this place? It seems like a really prime location.”
“They’re expanding the Wave House. It’s right down the boardwalk. The owners are renovating the space to make it even better. It’s gonna be poppin’,” he answered, his enthusiasm was evident. Bette smiled at him as he walked away.
Once the bill was paid and a hefty tip was left, Bette made her way downstairs to where the band was setting up.
There was already a young crowd gathered at the foot of the stage waiting for the roadies to set up all the equipment. Bette suddenly felt out of her element and over the hill. Nearly every concert-goer was sporting a local college sweatshirt of some sort and decked out in flip flops.
She was happy that she abandoned her typical designer threads and opted instead for a vintage Soundgarden t-shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was just another young attendee blending in well with her hair swept up in a ponytail and groupie-like wardrobe. In fact, she caught the attention of quite a few other audience members, both male and female.
Her eyes scanned the room, taking in her surroundings before they settled on a young guy near the stage, on his cell phone. He was dressed nice, with a dark blue, collared shirt, grey slacks and shiny black dress shoes. Bette watched as he stepped over the cords and wires from the music equipment making his way toward the back of the club, engrossed in his phone call.
There was a CD of a local band playing through the overhead speakers as the din of the open venue increased in volume and more patrons made their way inside.
Bette was still watching the nicely dressed man who had inched closer to her while giving whomever was on the other line a piece of his mind. She smirked as she was reminded of Luke Perry and Jason Priestley in Beverly Hills, 90210 because of the young man’s nicely trimmed sideburns. When did those come back in style? she asked herself. His proximity was so close to her that she couldn’t help but overhear his side of the conversation.