Brighid (nineosainncehi) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-15 16:59:00 |
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Current music: | Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird |
Who: Brighid & anyone else who cares to be there...
Where: Clancy's Irish Pub, Queens, New York.
When: Friday, 9 pm
Warnings: Uh, booze? And...cigarettes in designated smoking areas?
The clatter and murmur of the pub was a muted snarl of sound in Bridget's ears as she tried to tune her guitar. Some of the patron's nearer her went about their conversations quietly; but nearer the bar people waved fistfuls of cash and bellowed out drink orders.
Biting the inside of her cheek with some annoyance, Bridget thought of the scant but serviceable cash that would be handed to her at the end of the night. She tapped the mic and gave a small smile as she spoke into it. That got them to shut up a bit. Cute girl with a soft Irish accent. Bridget was American as apple pie by now, but it didn't hurt to put on a bit of a brogue to enhance her basic appeal.
Perched on a stool on the tiny platform which had earnest aspirations to being a stage, Bridget squinted into the bright light aimed at her, seeing only a sea of indistinct shapes. With a small cough, she plucked the strings on her guitar and began to sing a low, gentle ballad, easing into her set before she'd start in on the ribald drinking songs the crowd expected. Clancy's was not the most original establishment, but Bridget was in no position to complain. Between providing them with her rendition of The Auld Triangle and putting on an accent, she was just as guilty as they of playing to stereotypes.
It suited her, however; and she would not--could not--neglect her traditions.