Monolithic (Ch 3)

It was 6:45 and Minx thought to leave early so she could hopefully get in the front row. She called a taxi, grabbed her purse and made her way to the lobby. Her hands began to get sweaty, she couldn’t tell if it was the lace gloves or nerves. Her Madonna-rocker-esque apparel had garnered attention from fellow guests. No matter. She was used to this attention back home. “Get a real job.” She heard some man murmur under his breath harshley. He’d donned a suit and tie with a neon-blue windbreaker. Holding onto a pea-colored briefcase. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, giving him a smug look.

The taxi had arrived, it looked like the ones back home except the car looked near-mint, but the stench stayed the same. Minx climbed in the backseat. 

“I’m lookin’ to go to Diamond Club down on 4th street.” She asked politely.

“It’s gonna run you 4 bucks.” The driver said, wiping off the tip of his nose. 

She smiled, sure much cheaper than the rates back home. “Deal.”

“Rock-on.” He narrowly merged into the busy street when the coast was clear. Boston was sure as hell much different than Utah. Cars seemed to kiss bumper to bumper, and the streets were flooded with the noise of horns above the usual pedestrian chatter. Minx was overwhelmed by the buildings that towered over them. Throughout the hustle and bustle of the city, she felt at ease like as if she’d lived there her whole life.

As they neared the venue, the traffic seemed to thicken. Punks, goths, and typical metal teens and young adults scattered through the cars trying to get to the venue. The driver honking his horn, screaming at one who smacked his hands on the hood. Leather Inc., Diamond Dozen, and other metal artists were blasted throughout random cars on the lot. Traffic seemed at a standstill.

“I’m gonna havta leave you here, there’s no safe way to let you out.” The car was in the right lane, adjacent to the venue on the left side. 

Minx nodded and handed him 4 ones and threw an extra 2 for a tip. She quickly exited when there were no cars rushing beside her, making her way to the venue on the other side. She looked at the line on the left side of the entrance, and seemed to stretch a couple of blocks. Minx figured it had to be the line to get tickets for the right side had fewer people. 

She looked up at the sign, there it was, Au Revoir Lips.