1 month ago / 122 notes / © ticktickdead
#me #//she's so pretty i want to cry.

I’ve been wondering for a little too long; Anyone.

Working schedules suck.. they really, reeeeally suck. That’s what Sam thinks. Actually, work in general sucks. Yeah, I guess she does regrets moving out at times because of how she could have been a millionaire by now touring world wide but hey; you gotta work for your dreams.. you just can’t think that you’re gonna achieve anything because a gold ticket your whore of a mother passed down to you. On the weekdays, Sam worked from 3 to 8 and by the time she gets home- or if she ever does get home she has a small dinner.. nothin’ too fancy. But tomorrow was Saturday… ah, the weekend. Such a relief.. such a refreshing thing to hear. Since Sam still loves music like she always has, on Wednesdays and Fridays she performs for different clubs, restaurants, lounges around Venice. She just tries her best to be an underground artist, praying to god she doesn’t get discovered because then her life will be over and she’ll have to go back to the US and stay grounded for the rest of her life, most likely. Her dream is to be discovered, but for now she just has to push it aside.

She slipped on a strapless black dress, kept it classy and placed a black lace jacket over it. Putting her hair in a messy bun, she then applied her simple makeup & scarlet red lipstick and walked out the door in her Jeffrey Campbell’s. She was tired, but she was up for performing because it didn’t feel like a gig to her. Arriving, she checked the clock and she came in just enough time. Making her way to the keyboard she took a deep breathe and stared at the small crowd. “Ciao, mi chiamo Sam, e ho intenzione di eseguire un paio di canzoni per voi stasera. Spero che tutti piace,” with a warm smile she proceeded to play the songs she originally wrote; as well as belting some Christina and Aretha. By the end of her performance, she bowed and went to sit, enjoy the rest of the night and might as well have a bite to eat, and she saw a person slowly walking up to her with a smile. At first she thought she was just imaging stuff thanks to the glass of wine but nah.

This was the time of the year when Tessa worried even more than usual. Probably because she still didn’t knew what the heck was going on with his father, and because it was that whore’s birthday. It annoyed her to death to feel as useless as she did at the moment. Yet, she couldn’t do anything without risking herself, and she knew that wasn’t something she wanted; and she was sure her father wouldn’t have wanted that either -If he knew, of course. If only, she thought, walking up to her balcony and looking outside. How did she even got to Venice? Why was she.. that close? She could’ve gone to Asia, Africa, even Argentina. But she was there, in the same continent as that psycho bitch. Somehow, that made her feel stupid. Tessa wasn’t even used to work. She was like Paris Hilton or even worse. Living all by herself was tough, but she managed to do it. Lately, she had been getting lots of works, lots of invitations to different gigs and events, just to take pictures, but she enjoyed the whole thing as it lasted. It helped her to think on something else, non-dad related.

And tonight was one of those nights she had to go out. The brunette didn’t even knew where it was or who was going to sing, she just knew someone wanted to remember that and to help it promote the place. It wouldn’t be that hard. Keeping it classy and simple, just wearing black shorts, heels and a blouse, she took her camera and started to make her way to the place. The place looked different from the other places Tessa had been in before, but it wasn’t really important, it wasn’t like she knew every place in Venice. Taking a sit in the corner and her camera, she heard how the girl introduced herself and everything. She took pictures of the girl -that had introduced herself as Sam- and around the place. A little surprised to find some of her old clients there surprised her, but it wasn’t for less: The girl had a great voice. She wondered if she had been trying to be famous, Tessa was sure she could’ve make it. Once the girl was done with the performance, Tess took a glass of wine and walked over to her. “Hey.” she said, offering her hand. “I’m Tessa. And I have to say, you were amazing.” and that wasn’t a lie.

1 month ago / / © sam-jessica-pierce
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