What A Catch (Zach)

[Jeremy Chase Hargrove]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE GOT TROUBLED THOUGHTS AND THE SELF-ESTEEM TO MATCH The Words: The Outfit:CLICK The Notes this is crap im so sorry! It had been a hell of a month for Jeremy Hargrove, whom sat now planted in front of a microphone with an acoustic guitar in hand inside one of the few remaining local coffee shops (or so the sign said) in Coral Ridge. Between playing nightly at Rusty's and scoping out the town for other odd jobs he was lucky to get this gig, especially during the day time hours. Rusty didn't seem to have a problem with him taking off for the day, though he was half drunk the night before when Jeremy had asked him. Wasn't like he was suppose to be playing during the day time there anyways. Most of the time it was constant nagging for help cleaning out the bathrooms; another set back to signing on at that shabby place, but he helped as much as possible. The coffee shop was pretty much dead. Only a few customers hung around the place, most sitting at the computers provided on a counter top with chairs and the other two sitting on separate side of a couch, paying little attention to the stage in front of them but more so on the phones that were held in their hands. Jeremy didn't mind though. It was normal for most spectators (if you could call them that) to pay attention to a new artist, especially one they have never heard from. There was an upside to it though. Along with the fifty dollars he was to be handed when he left, free coffee was provided for him. Alright so it wasn't the greatest upside, but he thought it was nice that the owner at least gave him that. Four songs down and one yet to be played before break. The man sighed softly to himself, making sure it wasn't caught by the microphone in front of him, as he adjusted himself on top of the bar stool. After he was settled, Jeremy leaned into the mic, one hand going up to maneuver the thick black glasses upon his nose. "Alright, well here's one more that I wrote and then I'm gonna take a little bit of a break." He spoke up, not that anyone probably cared but it was just habit for him. Clearing his throat, his right hand came down, striking the steel strings with the white pick that laid between his index finger and thumb. "I've got troubled thoughts"

[/i] He began to sang into the microphone, striking an A, then a A over G sharp chord as he sang along. "And the self-esteem to match. What a catch. What a catch[/i] He kept going, his voice getting slightly bluesy on the final line all the while the guitar striking out chords; F sharp minor ringing along with E, D, D over C sharp, B minor and E.

The song kept going, the chord structure staying the same until he hit the bridge where it shifted a key higher, following his voice. After all was said and done a few claps rang out in the dimly lit establishment, causing the smile on Jeremy's face to be the brightest thing in the room. "Thanks guys, I will be back shortly." So after, the guitar made it's way to the stand that sat beside him and up came the man, running a hand through his brown hair as he stepped off the stage and made his way to the counter top just opposite. The barista smiled at him, saying he did a good job and not to take it hard before asking what he would like. "Just a cup of black coffee." He spoke up, smiling right back. She ran off and a few moments later returned with a styrofoam cup full with hot black liquid.

Giving thanks, Jeremy made his way over to the side of the ordering station, leaning back against one of the poles on the side as he sipped his coffee, the familiar pattern of foot steps on tile flooring ringing in his ear slightly.


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