“Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you'll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you're gonna be rewarded.” – Jimmy Hendrix

“Corey, get your ass out here right now, you’re due on stage any second…if you’re in there with a chick, finish quickly! I’d hate that storm of women next door to see you’ve got a lady...I'll have a riot on my hands!” that was a voice that nobody could ever get used to, the nightclub manager David, he was a real pain in the ass and if it wasn’t for the fact Corey really enjoyed performing every night, he definitely would’ve set the guy straight…maybe throw in a punch or two to settle the score. “I’m coming man, calm down!” a slightly husky voice shouted in reply, emerging from the dressing room moments later, guitar in hand. “How many?” he muttered, running his free hand through his slightly mohawked chestnut brown hair. Corey liked to get an idea of how many people he was going to be performing in front of, he was known in the neighbourhood pretty well, garnering a full house almost every time, of course the majority being women/teens looking for a leg over…it unnerved him every time. “Another packed stage…don’t **** up”

Corey pulled the guitar strap over his head, letting it rest gently upon his shoulder, the guitar covering three quarters of his Nirvana vest that clung to his torso a little, more around his chest than his waist, hiding a multitude of tattoos across his ribs, stomach and hips, he was a definite lover of the tattoo gun. Countless colours and a mixture of musical and retro designs covered his arms for everyone to see, crawling onto the palm of his right hand more where it had stopped on his left. The club was huge, it could easily fit up to 1000 people, a soft lighting set the scene upon the stage as Corey slowly moved up the stairs, his chest rising rapidly as he let out a number of deep breaths before nodding to the manager and walking out onto the stage to a chorus of cheers. “Evening guys, I’m Corey…I’m actually going to start tonight off a little differently with an acoustic song I’ve had stored away, I hope you enjoy” and with that he began to strum, his hands moving softly across the guitar as he changed notes, a sweet smile growing from the corner of his lips when he began to sing.

“What you say…tells me nothing
What’s the truth…give me something
Take me down a road I believe in
Lost the way, lost all reason
Oooh, oooh”

None of these people would have ever guessed that Corey was singing a song he’d written, he knew most weren’t there for his singing, he wasn’t stupid…but it was paying his bills so he didn’t care. All he had to do was finish the song, perform a couple favourites and then he was home free. Once he could get out of the club that is. It was going to be a long night.