Endangered/Issue 8 (Old)

This is a preview of #8 of Endangered and is titled Lost and Found. It is Part 8 of Volume 1.

Lost and Found (Preview)
Tate wasn’t used to this type of atmosphere, at least not here in Philly. Clubs were never usually this, this…..calm, and Tate sort of enjoyed it. The party, troublesome, kids have been replaced with more mature, good-hearted, people around his age. The flashy lights have been replaced with more fancy, type spotlights. The sounds of drunk people have been replaced with the silence, allowing the entertainment to well entertain, and once and a while Tate could hear the hushed conversations between couples.

This nice, peaceful night club was not only better to Tate, but to his fiance; his pregnant fiance. Tate, slightly turning his head to his left, is met with the stunning image of his fiancee, Destinee, who currently had her head on Tate’ shoulder. Her blonde head of hair was amazing curled and felt soft against Tate’s shoulder, and her eyes were amazing, but they looked tired for as the moment.

She aswell wore a fantastic blue dress that looked good, much better than Tate’s drab old suit. She was an angel, in Tate’s eyes anyway. So Tate decided to make his angel happy and he lightly kissed her forehead, causing her to smile. “You tired?” Tate asks his her, and he knew the answer before she could even respond. It was a definite yes.

“Only a little bit.” She yawned, she never did want to ruin Tate’s fun. But the truth was Tate wanted her to be happy, not himself, so he would give up his fun in a heartbeat.

“If you want we can go-”

“No,” She hushes him, “Don’t leave because I’m tired.”

“Well you, and our baby, need some rest.”

“Please this baby is more energetic than me, little kid’s wanting me to run laps.”

“Well it should know better than to ask you, Mrs. Queen of Lazy, to run laps.”

“Damn right it should.” Destinee smiles and as does Tate, before looking back up on the stage, noticing that there is only one more performance, a music one too. “I’ll tell you what, after this performance we can go.”

“But-”

“No Buts.”

“Please, all you want is butts.” Destinee jokes to which Tate lightly, and jokingly, slaps her across the arm. In all seriousness however, Tate was gonna please her more than he pleased himself, so if she wanted to go home then they were gonna go home.

Tate then looks up at the stage, and watches as the performer walks toward the stage.

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She wasn’t really nervous when it came to performing, she’s done it enough, but it was the fact it was at a new place, a place she didn’t know. People she didn’t know, and the people part is really what made her nervous the most. However music was in her heart, so no matter what mood she was in, she would always play good.

On the outside she didn’t appear nervous, mainly because she was good at covering emotions. On the outside she was looking like a calm, nice woman; it’s not like she was mean or anything, she was nice, but in her own way. The way she looked right now however also made her look kind of goofy. Her black jeans, neon purple belt, white tee-shirt, pink leather jacket, and her brown boots made her look energetic, but still approachable.

She gave the slight shake of her head, knowing she had to get business done now. So while walking up the black steps she lifted up her marble like violan, ready to play. However she did take a quick glance into the audience, a small audience she might add, and saw friendly smiles, something that made her happy a little bit. So once on the stage she sat comfortably on the stool, and adjusted the microphone in front of her.

Placing the music on the stand next to her she looked into the audience once more, guessing they would want to know her name, so she leaned into the mic a little bit. “My name is Sandra Dufraine,” She speaks softly into the mic, being the shy woman she was, “and I’m just here to play my violin.” She didn’t have a name for the piece, so she didn’t bother saying it.

With those words said she began to play her soft, engaging music, and it almost instantly attracted her audience, including Tate, who leaned forward slightly to hear better. Her quick, soft melody sounded beautiful, and Tate felt a feeling of happiness when he heard it. Then again Sandra was a natural at this, having been raised to do this.  ___________________________________________

Sandra was now backstage where the performers were, while silently putting away her violin, making sure it’s all nice and safe in it’s case. Not like it mattered if it was damaged, she has tons, but this one meant something a little special to her. So once the violin was all nice and safe she picked it off the table, before taking a look around the small room, wanting to make sure that nobody wasn’t nearby, just in case they had tips. Sure she was already paid but with the small paycheck she got, any type of tip would help.

Then like that she walked outside of the back door and into the dark, cold night where the cold air instantly hit her, causing her to lightly shiver. Good thing she threw on her black winter jacket before walking out there. So she instead just zipped up her jacket more before walking toward the alley’s exit. However while walking out she noticed the glimpse of a figure at the end of the alley, and she just guessed it as another homeless people, this part of the city was full of them. But as she got closer she saw the person was more well-dressed, someone who didn’t belong in these parts. “Ms. Dufraine?” She asked once Sandra got close enough and although hesitant, Sandra nodded. “My name is Holly, and I would like to speak with you.”

It was weird to Sandra, having some old woman asking to talk to he, but Sandra just nodded. “Yes?” She simply asks, not really the talkative person.

“I heard you were a private detective.” Sandra nods, knowing where this was going. “Well I have a case.” Sandra is suddenly handed a short file, and only catches a glimpse of an picture of a old man on the inside.

“I want you to find out how my husband was killed.” Holly says and Sandra just looks at the file cover, thinking. These kinds of cases were always stressful on her, law was on general but it helps pays the bills.

“Well how did the police find him?” She asks softly.

“With six gunshots in him, and a giant bite mark on his arm.”

(Preview)

Trivia

 * The song Sandra plays is similar to this piece.