Calloway Herring
Age: 25
"Speaking" / Normal Text / Thinking
Calloway sat fidgeting on the stool that Don Mitchell had provided in the room that she was to meet to Todd Mackenzie. The young woman couldn't believe her luck. She was sitting in Sundown Records, and she was now a rising star..... or so she hoped. Her long hair was in a braid down her back, and it was platinum blonde. It was so light in color that it was almost white, and in the summer when she was younger after hours a day outside in the sun by the beginning of school she had white hair. Her bright blue eyes waited patiently, and she had to admit her anxiety was getting the better of her, but she just had to stay still. Her leg bounced slightly as she waited as patiently as she could.
The Blonde wore skinny jeans, that were quite literally what would be called, 'Painted On Jeans'. She wore her old brown leather cowgirl boots that she had since she was sixteen, they were well worn, and clearly faded from the dark chocolate color they once were. The top she wore was a bohemian style tank top that accented her small frame. She was a petite girl, small in size. Only standing about five foot two, and not much to her. She had muscle tone, but nothing to write home about she looked more lanky than anything. She sat quietly as she thought about the days prior leading up to this moment.
3 days prior:
Callowayscrambled to get herself together, she was running late. She had to be at thesmall bar in less than five minutes and it was at least a ten minute walk. Shequickly set the food down for her dog and ran out the door, locking it behindher. She carried her heels in her hand as she sprinted out of the apartmentbuilding and started running towards the Bar, she sprinted barefoot down thestreet before scrambling into the bar. She was getting her heels on as she washeading up to the Stage and saw the owner coming towards her. "You'relate again, Herring! You're lucky the customers like you or this would be thelast time you sing in my bar." The owner's gruff voice pierced throughher and apologized profusely for being late and hurried up onto the stage,taking her stool with her.
Her feet hurt, but shefigured that it was the price she paid for being late. She wore a simple dressthat fell about mid-thigh. It was pure white and would be see-through if itweren't for the white slip in the dress. It looked like lace, the dress and ithad simple spaghetti straps that went to the band where it cut low over hercleavage and was mostly open in the back. Her hair fell over her shoulder, andshe was thankful that it was pin-straight, for once or she would have had amajor issue after her sprint there. She heard the music start up and shestarted to sing. She started her night out with Summer Side of Life by GordonLightfoot. Her blue eyes danced as she sang on her stool.
She wentfrom one song to the next, never missing a beat, and always hitting her notesproperly. Her voice was soft but held a strong tone to it and it carried herconfidence in herself. Each song she continued to sing it was like her voicegot a little stronger. It was about 3am when the Bar closed down, and shegathered her things when a man approached her. She had never seen him before,and he certainly would never fit in with the small town. "Miss Herring,right?" Callowayhad nodded at the man and before she could say anything he continued, offeringher a business card, "Don Mitchell of Sundown Records. We have been lookingfor a great new voice for folk, and we believe you might just be the next bigFolk Singer." Calloway watched the man curiously for a moment beforelooking down at the business card in her hand.
"SundownRecords? This isn't a joke, right?" She asked, narrowing her eyesslightly and the man smiled at her and shook his head, 'No'. Calloway went tospeak once more but the man spoke again.
"Why don't you come to the Recording Studio inTennessee? See for yourself-"
"I would, oh I would in aheart beat, sir, but I can't leave my dog behind and if I'm late for one moreshow Mr. Parkins will fire me."
"Well, bring the dog then,and I'll talk to your boss. But in return you should be at the studiosoon."
"Deal." Callowaycouldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she walked home in theearlier morning light. It was going to be a big change from now on, if thiswhole thing worked out that it.
She spent the following day packing everything up in her small apartment, well whatever she could fit into her old Ford Bronco. She then put her large dog in the passenger seat and away on the long journey they went. It was a five out drive to Sundown Records from her small town, but she figured it was worth the shot. Mr. Mitchell had said he would provide a small studio apartment near Sundown Records so she was within walking distance.
Now, Calloway sat fidgeting on the stool. The door opened and in walked Todd Mackenzie. He didn't look how she had remembered seeing him on his albums, but people change. Waited for a moment and when he just stood there dumbfounded she got up off her stool and held out her hand as she got closer to him. "Calloway Herring, pleasure to meet you Mr. Mackenzie." Her voice was velvety smooth and her smile was a huge toothy grin, showing how much she loved the idea that she is meeting him.