John walked into the small room over following this people. He ran his hands thought his hair and moved towards the back of the room.
“This is crazy” he thought as he leaned on the wall.
“Number 20” he heard someone call out. He glanced down at his number. 77. He sighed and lowered himself down to the floor. He looked around the room. People of all ages filled the room, each hoping this would lead them to there big break. People sing in corners plugging their fingers in there ears. Some were reading a news paper of magazine looking annoyed by the singers. Other paced back and forth looking at the clock on the hall and then at there watch. John let out another sigh and opened his back pack. He pulled out a bottle of water and opened it. He drank most of it down. It was very hot in the small room. There was a fan on the other side but it didn’t seem to be doing any good. He wiped the sweat off his head and stood up. He walked over to the window and pushed it open.
“That guy is fucking smart” someone called out as the cool air filled the room. John nodded and sat back down on the floor. He pulled out his note book and read over the words to his song. He knew all of them by heart but he needed something to do to kill the time.
“What where you going fucker” someone yelled.
“I’m very sorry”
“You should be ass whole”
“Craig let him alone there are a lot of people in here”
“It’s the second time this fucker was bumped into me”
John looked up as the man started to talk even louder.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you”
Craig, don’t. John stood up as Craig graded the man and pushed him back into the hall.
“Craig, stop it, I swear” she yelled hitting him in the back.
“I mean fucker stay the fuck off me” he yelled dropping the man to the ground. He gave him a hard kick in the side and walked off.
“What the hell is wrong with you, I mean it, you drive me crazy” his friend yelled following him.
John looked over at the man on the floor. He got up and walked over to him.
“You ok” John asked holding his hand out.
The man nodded rubbing the back of his head. John lowered down to him.
“Are you sure” John asked again
“Yeah, I’m fine” the man said as John again stood up. John held his hand out to him again but the man didn’t take it. He started to get up. John pulled his hand back.
“This is not how I wanted to start my day” he said once was up on his feet.
John nodded watching the man adjust his hair and shirt.
“I’m John” he said holding out his hand once more.
“I’m James” he said flashing a smile but did not take John’s hand. He backed up until he was against the hall. John picked up his bottle of water and took a drink.
“So what number are you” John asked putting the now empty bottle on the floor.
“I’m not sure” James said pulling the number out of his pocket. “I just got in hear.” He held the number very close to his face. He bit his bottom lip. He held it a bit closer but the writing was too small. He let a puff of air blowing his bangs out of his face.
“78” John said
“Thank” James said pushing the number back in his pocket.
“21” someone called out.
“Looks like I’m going to be here a while” he said sitting down on the floor. He again rubbed the back of his head a few times.
“Yeah me too, I’m 77” John said sitting down as well.
“So what do you sing” James asked wiping his face.
“Well, blues mostly and I play the guitar” John said doing the same. The cool breezed had seemed to stop from the window and it was again very hot in the room. “What about you” he asked.
“I play too and the piano, I’m going for a white version of Ray” he said smiling.
“Well that could work” John said.
“I guess, I’m kinda pop I guess I write my own stuff a lot” James said.
“Me to” John said as he noticed James was still rubbing his head. “He pushed you pretty hard” he added.
“Probably not I’m kinda a wimp” James said rest in head on the hall. He closed his eyes. John looked over at the window and wiped his face once again he picked up his note book and again started reading over it.
A few hours later.
“Hay James” John said. “They are at 70”
James opened his eyes and starched his arms over his head. “Wow, I can’t believe I fell asleep” he said wiping his face off. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost 4” John said standing up. He picked up his things and pushed them back into his bag.
“What a way to send a day” James said standing up. He reached down for his bag felling around until he found it. He placed it over his shoulder. He again wiped his face and blinked a few times.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking but can you see at all” John asked.
“Some days are better then others. I can see about a foot or so in front of me but that’s on a good day and today sucks” James said now rubbing his eyes. “Plus it worse when I first wake up” he added.
“Well I was gonna go to the men’s room and freshen up.” John said not really sure how to ask him if he needed help finding the restroom.
“Care to show me the way” James asked.
“Not at all” John said. James reached into his bag and pulled out his came and unfolded it. John led him to the restroom.
“Thanks” James said as they each walked into a stall. John walked over to the sink and turned on the water. He splashed some water on his face and ran his wet finger thought his hair. James walked over.
“The sink is like 15 feet to your left” John said grabbing a towel.
James nodded and made his way to the sink. He turned on the sink and freshen himself up.
“Towel are on the other side” John said wondering if he was upsetting him by telling where things where.
“Thanks” James said finding the towels. He grabbed a few and dried his face off. He crumbled the towel up in his hands and walked toward the door. John pushed it open and walked out. James was right behind him. He pushed the towel into his pocket. They walked back into the main room.
“75 last call for 75. 76” someone yelled, a very nervous girl walked out of the room.
“Looks like I’m next” John said.
“Nervous” James asked.
“Not really, I’ve done this before, and I play a little cub back home all the time” he said. “But you know you still get that feeling before doing something like this”
“Yeah I know, butterfly in your stomach” James said.
“Yeah something like that” John said.
“That’s me” John said walking towards the door.
“Break a leg” James said.
“Thanks” John said and followed an older lady to the back room.
“What’s your name?”
“John Mayer” he said.