chapter 2 - introducing sam (eden, modern day)

Sam Mackenzie was having a pretty good day, despite the fact that he had to work late to cover someone's shift and then rush over to the Bluebird where the jazz trio he played in had a gig. He figured he could go home afterwards and collapse. The late shift was a new idea for Bruce, his boss - Sam worked in a record store called Play It Again, which was on a pedestrian street of other little shops, pubs, cafes, and restaurants. Bruce thought there was enough evening foot traffic to justify keeping the store open later. He'd hired a new kid to help staff this shift, but the kid had "fucked on out of here," as Marley, one of Sam's coworkers, had put it, so Sam took it for tonight. He was a little curious if they'd get customers, and what kind, and besides, he needed the money.

Sam was just twenty-two, recently graduated from college with a degree in music performance, working at Play It Again during the day (and, apparently, some nights) and playing in a jazz trio at night. They were young, the trio, but had managed to get a steady gig at a local club, the Bluebird, although so far only on Wednesday nights. Scott, who played the double bass and was the trio's de facto manager, was trying to get them into Thursday at least, but Teddy, the drummer, kept telling him to hold back and wait until they were more settled and Sam thought they were lucky to have gotten the gig at all. Not that they weren't good enough, but they were young, all of them having graduated from college that past spring, and only really having played together seriously for a year. To make up for that they practiced a lot. Scott's orders.

(Privately Sam thought Scott was kind of a hardass, but part of him loved to play so much that he didn't mind.)

( meet sam mackenzie )

soundtracks

kammy, fleur, could you send me your addresses? for the mailing of soundtracks? (no, germany isn't too expensive. :> )

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Besides, it was cloudy and looked like rain, or possibly snow, and who was going to walk around in that?

Sam looked up at the clock. Half an hour before his shift was up, and then he'd have just enough time to get a bus to the Bluebird, change his clothes, and warm up. If he was really lucky he'd get there with enough time to have a drink and possibly something to eat. They had a very limited menu - they just served your basic upscale bar snacks - but he and Teddy and Scott could usually coax at least a sandwich or something from the kitchen.

( cut for food-related and other mental babble )