Jay stroked the frets of his guitar, trying to look past the haze of stage lights and smoke that currently blocked his view. Kayla said she was going to wear her bright pink halter top tonight. “You know, the one I wore to the first show after we met,” she said on the phone earlier. Whether or not that it would be bright enough for him to see him was another question. That, and Vince’s groupies cloistered in the middle of the pit all seemed to be wearing varying shades of rose. Or that might have been the glare from the spotlights.
Oh, wait. Kayla’s bleached hair glowed against the club’s black lights, making her look even eerier with the top. She half-heartedly waved, signaling, “Here I am, being the supportive girlfriend of the backing guitarist.”