Who : Megan Jones and Open
What : Sunday nights are fast or slow...
Where : The Mill Hill Jazz Club
When : Sunday Evening
Status : Incomplete
Rating : n/a


Megan had worked Sunday nights at the Jazz club for a really long time. She couldn't remember really when she started working the weekends, but she knew that Sunday nights were hit and miss. Sometimes they were busier then the small little club could handle, sometimes it was so dead, Megan had nobody to preform to. Tonight was the latter.

Mel, the owner was always very insistent that when there was nobody to preform to, that everybody should get paid even if they hadn't done their set. It wasn't their fault that they had nobody to play to and it's not like air gave tips. So the band had left and Megan remained. She hated going home and being paid for it, so she stayed behind to help with what she could. Because she'd been working there so long, she had slowly begun to learn the ropes of the place. Mel would often give her the paper work to do, during the days on the weekend so he could go home and spend time with his kids. The place did a good business and he was thinking of expanding their venue to double as a cafe during the day, instead of just a club at night. Megan liked that idea, thinking that it would give her an opportunity to perhaps learn even more about running the place.

Megan, you see, had secret aspirations. She would love to own a club of her own one day, perhaps even this club. Mel was getting on in years, and with his wife wanting him to be home to help with the babies, he'd been talking about retiring for a while. He'd made a lot of money when he was a young man when he'd discovered a local Jazz artist and had managed his career in to stardom. It had set him up with a pretty nice bundle of cash. He'd given up the managing business years ago though, and had opened the Mill Hill a few years later, when he'd missed the music. He'd married himself a young chippie who had wanted children, and now he had them and she wanted him home.

All of this was a story that Mel would tell his staff at the annual Christmas Party and it always made Megan smile. She loved hearing stories from the man, he really was amazing. If he wasn't already married she'd be making a point of introducing him to her mother. Yes, he was that good. Even though Megan secretly hoped that Kingsley Shacklebot would take a liking to her mother. Megan could be described as having daddy issues. It wasn't anybodies fault really that she hooked up with inappropriate men from time to time. She wanted to break that cycle, but really it was hard.

She was sitting at one of the table's when she felt a presence beside her. She looked up and smiled, "It's not normally this dead, but sometimes the first sign of good weather makes people stay away." She shrugged. "Not going to be a performance tonight, band's already gone home." She added as an afterthought.