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The midnights by sarah nicole smetana
The midnights by sarah nicole smetana







Plus, we had the benefit of a house sound system, which meant someone else perfecting our levels - except what was taking that guy so long? The feedback was bad, and the monitors weren’t working, and when I stepped up to test my vocals, left hand resting atop my guitar’s strings to stop the buzz, I simultaneously reached out with my right to adjust the angle of the mic - a thoughtless gesture I’d made hundreds of times before.

the midnights by sarah nicole smetana

At least this divey bar had a real stage, and I’d be looking out at the empty room instead of across Greg’s basement at Henry. I let every scowl, every sharp comment he hurled in my direction bounce away from me like the wrong end of a magnet. There also probably shouldn’t have been any doubts that he and I would get back together, but I don’t think Henry considered this at the time.Īdmittedly, I didn’t consider how hurt Henry might’ve been by the reunion. David was the strongest musician, and there was no doubt he’d be the best choice. He’d been my best friend since then too, but in recent weeks he had turned against me - no doubt by that sound engineer or maybe even Henry, our keyboardist, with whom I’d had a brief fling before David came back into my life.įor the record, I hadn’t wanted my ex in our band, but we’d needed a new drummer, and behind my back the other guys hosted David’s secret audition. Greg was the one I’d started the band with the summer before our senior year in high school, the co-writer of all our songs. Usually, we just rehearsed in Greg’s, the lead guitarist’s, basement.

the midnights by sarah nicole smetana

The slot had been booked by a friends’ band, and I tried to simply think of it as a more official practice.

the midnights by sarah nicole smetana the midnights by sarah nicole smetana

It didn’t help that we’d all driven two hours through traffic to play some gig at an empty bar in the Inland Empire. Our tensions had been high for weeks, ever since that recording incident or - if I’m being honest - since I began dating our drummer, David, again. We hadn’t broken up yet, but the fissures were obvious. By the time I was electrocuted on an ungrounded stage in San Bernardino, my first band was already over.









The midnights by sarah nicole smetana