Post by Kurt Hummel on Apr 3, 2011 12:37:36 GMT -5
Kurt found himself alone on the stage long after hours, staring at the microphone in front of him. A lengthy sigh left his lips and he surveyed the empty tables- a few waiters were cleaning up the area with mops and brooms, and the gentle swish of water around the hardwood flooring was in some way soothing to him.
He fumbled with his ascot, which had been especially chosen for that night. And it had been a good night for singing... the crowd had been good, the applause raucous when Kurt finished his selection of songs. He thought it was rather funny that the high-brow crowd that had rolled in was excited to hear a bit of jazz and upbeat music. Kurt had tried singing Fats Domino's "Blueberry Hill", remembering it from a few major records and deciding to give it a good try.
Now the place was empty, the lights fading and the liveliness gone. Kurt knew he'd have to return to the shabby apartment he shared with his step-brother; they hadn't gone looking for a better one yet, after all. He brushed a stray lock of brown hair behind one ear and stepped down from the emptying stage, where performers were putting drums and instruments away. He walked onto the main floor and wondered if he should get a nightcap before he made his way home. He sometimes found he didn't want to leave New Directions- especially when the place's charming lights stayed on a little bit longer. He sunk down in a chair and played with his coat and scarf he hadn't yet put on.
He fumbled with his ascot, which had been especially chosen for that night. And it had been a good night for singing... the crowd had been good, the applause raucous when Kurt finished his selection of songs. He thought it was rather funny that the high-brow crowd that had rolled in was excited to hear a bit of jazz and upbeat music. Kurt had tried singing Fats Domino's "Blueberry Hill", remembering it from a few major records and deciding to give it a good try.
Now the place was empty, the lights fading and the liveliness gone. Kurt knew he'd have to return to the shabby apartment he shared with his step-brother; they hadn't gone looking for a better one yet, after all. He brushed a stray lock of brown hair behind one ear and stepped down from the emptying stage, where performers were putting drums and instruments away. He walked onto the main floor and wondered if he should get a nightcap before he made his way home. He sometimes found he didn't want to leave New Directions- especially when the place's charming lights stayed on a little bit longer. He sunk down in a chair and played with his coat and scarf he hadn't yet put on.
