Chapter 7 - 07 - What is a Guitar? (1/2)

Sona saw several things about the game but didn't find it very interesting. Maybe there could be something that would make it fun, since Angela played it so much, but she didn't want to play now. For her, the most important thing was to help Madison make money so she wouldn't starve.

Sona looked at all the images in his briefcase and swore that one day she would investigate further. She looked on the internet at ways that people on this planet make money and felt that many of these things were very uninteresting and unworthy of a Goddess like her to do. But one of the things on the list caught her attention, for her, who was known as the goddess of music, to have something called singing live.

These people would go to bars, and perform in exchange for a little money, the better known the singer, the more he earned per night.

Sona thought that since she was a music goddess, playing in this kind of place was no big deal, with her looks and mastery of playing Etwahl, she could do it to make money. According to the article she read, for bands or artists who were starting out, they would earn the beer money they drank, or if they didn't consume anything, the place would pay them €20. For a lot it could be considered only a symbolic amount, but for Sona, who knew that the situation at her house was getting worse and worse with her pregnant mother and working in two jobs, any help was welcome.

Having made up his mind, Sona took Etwahl and put it in the box her mother had given her and put it on her back. With the address saved on her cell phone, she looked for ways to get there and prepared to go.

Madison was watching TV on Saturday when she saw Angela walking past her with the box of the instrument that she gave behind her back. ”Daughter, where are you going?”

”I'm going to a bar to see if I can play there tonight.” Angela said with a determined eye.

When Madison saw her daughter playing the instrument with great mastery, she knew that if the girl invested in it, her future would be bright, but something inside her didn't want her daughter to go to a dirty bar to play. But to motivate the daughter, even with the feeling she still said. ”All right, daughter, but be careful, okay? Give me the address of the bar you're going to and if something happens call me immediately, okay?”

”All right, Mom, I'll text you the address from there.” Sona answered with a quiet look.

Sona with Etwahl's box on her back was looking at the entrance to the bar where she read that she accepted new bands to play. On the website she saw, it said that this bar let bands play from 10:00 to 02:00. This time was divided in 30 minutes for beginners, 45 minutes for bands a little known and 60 minutes for the most-awaited bands of the night.

Sona hoped she could get some fans at this bar, so she could increase his stage time since, with more time performing, the bar would also pay more for the singer.

Sona knocked on the door a man in black clothes opened and began to stare. ”What do you want?”