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Colleen ponders her future in the music industry as she also labors under the trials of the Bay Area’s housing crisis.<\/p>\n

This story is featured in my collection of short stories entitled Short Songs<\/a>, featuring characters from The Rise and Fall of Skye Wright series<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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     She kept turning it over in her mind, as she stood in the midst of a crowded subway car.
\n      Neurocringe was losing its band manager, and the drummer and de facto leader of the band had asked Colleen if she was interested in managing their band, which was quite an offer since their popularity was quickly rising.
\n     And they were getting ready for a major cross-country tour.
\n     Colleen thought of all the reasons why she shouldn\u2019t accept the offer: she didn\u2019t have enough experience. At least not as much experience as the workhorse overlord of Butt Fork Studios Tandasil. She felt she was learning a lot from Tandasil, and she did not want to leave Butt Fork\u2019s owner and her personal friend Skye in the lurch, not to mention leaving a void in the Butt Fork workload that would be more than a considerable headache for Tandasil, someone whom she now considered a friend and mentor.
\n     Colleen could not ignore the temptation for long, however. No matter how many mental gymnastics she performed, she could not deny the pull of the idea. She oftentimes felt stilted from being in the office all of the time. Back in her days of organizing shows as a street-level booker and show organizer, she often ran around town, talking directly to club owners and bands while also trying to find absent artists, other bookers, or missing musicians who had gone out on an ill-advised drug binge shortly before they needed to be at a club or a recording studio.
\n      Instead of spending most of time in one place she could be with a band going from city to city, experiencing new places, doing new things, and meeting new music industry people all while dealing with wild rock and roll issues, and encountering new situations that would remind her that she had not yet indeed seen everything.
\n     Not to mention it could be a step up. Managing such a band could lead her to into getting bigger and better paying gigs. She could be snatched up by a large recording label, or eventually become a promoter for bigger shows.
\n     The train stopped at her transfer station. She dodged her way through the lemming-like crowd to get to the farther end of the platform so she could be in the lead car, which would be less crowded.
\n     Choosing to stand instead of sitting as she got onto the north-bound train, she reminded herself that climbing up the corporate music industry ladder was also fraught with consequences. She did not want to get too involved with the seamier side of the music industry. The whole philosophy behind the bands and the people at the Butt Fork label is that they were a different breed when it came to selling and promoting music. Their primary aim was to work for their artists and their customers, putting the goal of profit margins in the background.
\n      She took off her vintage glasses and let her mind descend into a welcome fog. The other commuters looked like ghosts, fuzzed out without the aid of her prescription spectacles, something which helped her mind relax.
\n      Colleen scrunched herself into her corner of the train<\/p>\n

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     She always entered her third floor flat from the back, walking up the stairs to the small porch from the back yard. Even though the back porch was quite small, she found her white-haired mother Abby scrunched into the corner with a book.
\n     \u201cWe need to buy you a rocking chair,\u201d said Colleen as she walked up.
\n     Abby looked down at the porch floor, her shawl falling off of her shoulders. \u201cI don\u2019t think a rocking chair would fit.\u201d She looked up.      \u201cMaybe one for a toddler.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou comin\u2019 inside?\u201d asked Colleen as she picked up her mother\u2019s shawl.
\n     \u201cAfter this chapter.\u201d
\n     Colleen knew that her mother was on the porch because her father was in a mood. At least a dark enough mood that she decided to escape.
\n     Walking into her flat, her two small and slender cats walked up to greet her, curling around her legs with their tails up.
\n     \u201cI know you guys have already been fed. You can\u2019t fool me!\u201d
\n     She found her father Dylan fiddling with his turntable.
\n     \u201cJust gave it a cleaning,\u201d he said as he examined the stylus.
\n     \u201cOf course.\u201d
\n     Colleen went into the kitchen with her tabby Gustav and black cat Dieter on her heels. She gave them a few treats in an attempt to get them to stop pestering her.
\n     As Gustav and Dieter chewed away at their cat treats, she glanced at her father who was still fussing with his turntable, the one he insisted on bringing with him when her parents had to move in, right after they lost their house. Colleen always thought her father would look more like a middle-aged man if his hair was not as long as it was. It was as if his longer hair was an attempt to revert back to a younger version of himself. Ever since Colleen\u2019s parents had moved into her place, right after her father lost his job, he had been growing his hair out and had gained more weight.
\n     She looked in the sink. Not a dirty dish in sight.
\n      Colleen tried to busy about her kitchen. She tried her best to push down a twinge of irritation as she found her small drinking glasses on the second shelf of her drinkware cabinet rather than the first, as her own personal filing system for her tableware continued to be disrupted.
\n      Looking around, her parent\u2019s coffeemaker was crowded into the corner, right by her classic espresso maker. The top shelf of her cabinets had all of the plates and bowls her mother had insisted on bringing to the flat, despite Colleen\u2019s objections, initiating a minor war over her kitchen space.
\n      Rooting out a bag of espresso, she started to make a latte while she ran her eyes over the kitchen, taking note of what had changed, remembering what it had looked like before the invasion of her parents. She mentally uncluttered the corners, rearranged the silverware, put her kitchen appliances back in their proper and carefully chosen former places, and just looked at her kitchen with an overlay of recent nostalgia.
\n     Now she had to endure the kitchen wars. It was bad enough that her mother always wanted to cook, but her father also insisted on occasionally making breakfast or dinner. If Colleen had her way, she alone would prepare the family meals. Tandasil had advised her, after a gripe about living with her parents, that she needed to pick her battles, and not make such a staunch stand when it came to the kitchen, that she was going to have to give in, at least a little, if she was going to be living with them.
\n     Colleen rearranged the hanging pots and pans as she reflected how she didn\u2019t have the heart to tell Abby that she preferred her father\u2019s cooking to hers.
\n      She went into the living room with her favorite coffee mug.
\n     \u201cCoffee?\u201d asked Dylan. \u201cAt this hour?\u201d
\n     \u201cI want to get some more work done before I hit the sack.\u201d
\n     Dylan glanced towards the back door. Colleen knew he was thinking about her mother.
\n     Her father looked down at the turntable and slowly put down the cover. He sat down on the couch in front of her long, vintage coffee table, with its pleasant yet inefficient spearhead shape.
\n     \u201cTake the easy chair,\u201d said Colleen as she sat down on the other end of the couch.
\n     \u201cThat\u2019s your easy chair. It\u2019s your house, so it\u2019s your throne.\u201d
\n     Colleen resisted making a face. She hoped her father could settle down enough to make himself feel as if he were home, even if it did mean bending to the patriarchal concept of letting her father have the best seat in the living room.
\n     Colleen ran her eyes around the room. She contemplated moving some more of her furniture into storage, the same storage where most of her parents\u2019 things were, and free up more space in her flat. Perhaps then they would not feel so closed in.
\n     Her heart took its traditional nightly drop as she glanced at her laptop. She had taken to grinding out her at-home work either at the small kitchen table or in her room, since her parents had commandeered the second bedroom, which she had been using as an office.
\n     \u201cNo, really,\u201d said Colleen, \u201ctake the easy chair.\u201d
\n     \u201cI have a better view of the TV from here,\u201d said Dylan as he pointed at Colleen\u2019s flat screen, the most obvious piece of modern technology in the flat.
\n     \u201cIt\u2019s not even on.\u201d
\n     \u201cWe should watch something. Maybe with dinner.\u201d
\n     Colleen tried to sink into the couch as she thought about her mother on the back porch. She was trying to calculate how awkward or unsettling it would be to get Abby and Dylan to simply relax and watch something together as a family.
\n     Colleen took a deep drag off her coffee, hoping that the shots of Kahlua that she had added would soon take effect.
\n     \u201cSo I have a conundrum,\u201d said Colleen.
\n     \u201cWhat kinda conundrum?\u201d
\n     \u201cA work conundrum.\u201d
\n     \u201cHang on,\u201d said Dylan as he got up and retrieved a beer from the fridge. \u201cOkay,\u201d he said as he sat down with his fresh drink.
\n     Colleen looked down into her coffee. \u201cI got an offer, an offer to manage a band.\u201d
\n     \u201cOne of those crazy punk bands?\u201d
\n     \u201cNaw. They\u2019re kind of a metal an\u2019 industrial band. Their music is hard to describe.\u201d
\n     \u201cAre they any good? I mean, are they successful?\u201d
\nv Coleen looked up. \u201cThey\u2019re going on their first cross-country tour. And they\u2019re playing some pretty big venues because they\u2019ve been getting so popular. It would\u2026 It could lead to something bigger, maybe even a prize position at a big music label.\u201d
\n      \u201cSo what\u2019s the problem?\u201d
\n     Colleen gripped her coffee cup with both hands. \u201cI\u2019d have to leave my position at Butt Fork.\u201d
\n     Dylan fell silent as he looked out across the room.
\n     \u201cSkye gave me my job at Butt Fork,\u201d continued Colleen. \u201cI make good money. More than I\u2019ve ever made before. But this is a chance to possibly really get my foot in the door and make even more money.\u201d
\n     \u201cAnd, you don\u2019t want to disappoint your friend Skye?\u201d
\n     \u201cIt\u2019s not just that,\u201d said Colleen as she set her drink aside. \u201cSkye and the label\u2026 We\u2019re not just about making money. We\u2019re trying to make things good with our artists, and put out music and promote bands we really believe in. It\u2019s not the kind of label that runs around looking for the biggest money maker. But, even so, especially with this economy, making more money sounds like a good thing.\u201d
\n     \u201cOf course.\u201d
\n     He was silent for a few moments as his eyes became cold and he pursed his lips.
\n     \u201cI think you should stick to your principles,\u201d he said finally.
\n     \u201cWe could use the money though.\u201d
\n     Dylan stared straight ahead and took a sip of his beer.
\n     Colleen set down her coffee and looked to the back door. Abby still had not come back inside.
\n     \u201cAren\u2019t you goin\u2019 off on another tour soon? With those dynamite gals?\u201d asked Dylan.
\n     Colleen snapped her head around. \u201cWhat? Right. It\u2019s in the works. I don\u2019t know what the dates will be yet.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou know when abouts?\u201d he asked as he sank into the couch.
\n     \u201cPretty much. She has most of the dates set \u201c
\n     \u201cWho? Skye?\u201d
\n     \u201cNot Skye. Their manager Tandasil.\u201d
\n     \u201cRight. The Vulcan.\u201d
\n     Colleen had forgotten that she had told her dad about their studio manager’s nickname. Colleen was impressed enough that her father did not think their studio head’s name was weird or unusual, that he was down with the street enough that he was not thrown off by the more esoteric details of her work.
\n      Colleen stood up and made her way into the kitchen.
\n      She deliberately brought out an assortment of vegetables from the crisper and measured out a bowl of penne. She started heating up a large pot of water to stake her dinner making claim before walking out onto the back porch.
\n      Colleen crossed her arms as a gust of cold wind went through her. Abby had her nose down in her book.
\n     \u201cMa, you need to come inside. It\u2019s too cold out here.\u201d
\n     Abby let out a long sigh as she dropped her book into her lap. She looked out towards the East Bay hills.
\n     \u201cI like it out here,\u201d said Abby, still looking to the hills. \u201cI know it\u2019s cold, but it\u2019s relaxing. It\u2019s too stuffy in there.\u201d
\n     Colleen\u2019s eyes drifted to the hills, where the faint, faraway glow of the Berkeley house hills shone down on the flatlands of the East Bay.
\n     She took out her smartphone and looked at the email Junker had sent her, the drummer of Neurocringe.
\n     She felt numb.
\n     She felt cold.
\n     Colleen put her phone away and put a hand on Abby\u2019s shoulder.
\n     \u201cPlease come inside. If not for yourself, then for me.\u201d
\n     Abby got a sour look on her face as she scrunched her arms against herself. \u201cWhat am I going to do in there?\u201d
\n     \u201cLet\u2019s start Marvelous Mrs Maisel. I know you\u2019ll love it.\u201d
\n     \u201cIf you say so.\u201d
\n     Colleen took Abby\u2019s hand and guided her back into the flat.
\n     She knew she was going to make her parents dinner. She also knew that she would have to argue with her mother for at least a few minutes before she consented to letting her make dinner. She would then assure her mother that she would indeed enjoy The Marvelous Mrs Maisel, as Colleen knew she would.
\n     And all the while, the Neurocringe offer would linger in the back of her mind, if not for herself, then for Dylan and Abby.<\/p>\n


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