“Which one is Katya?” Trixie asked curiously, ushering over to the stage with a minor gesture, assuming that the owner of the club would be performing at this very moment. Naivety was a trait she would have to learn to lose in this big city.
“That depends who’s asking.” The answer definitely did not come from the bartender she’d been conversing with. Spinning on her heels, she was greeted by a blonde woman who was a couple of inches shorter than her. It was already obvious that what she lacked in height difference, she made up for in wit.
“I was like some insane mathlete that loved a college party like it was nobody’s business.” She took a moment, her eyes flashing down to where her pink cowboy boots met the dark oak floor of the stage.
Trixie usually kept her songs on tour quite light-hearted to not kill the mood in the room. But everything about this city was triggering her memories. Her segue into each track was always fluid – she liked the consistency of it all. But tonight, could she really be blamed for switching it up a little bit?
“Boston was the city where I first fell in love.” Her voice trembled slightly, her averted gaze finally scanning across the people standing before her. “…and where I experienced my first heartbreak.”