The idle hum of the age-old car filled the air as it pulled into the diner's parking lot. Kris peered at the eating establishment, her breath fogging up the glass until all she could see was a whites out blur. Rarely did her family go out to eat. When they did, it was usually for holidays, or birthdays, or anything with that nature. So, with today holding no real significance, it was a bit odd going out. Not that she was complaining. It was a relief from the usual ramen noodles and sandwiches.

They made their way inside and settled into a booth. As Aunt Willa and Kris' father chatted about miscellaneous subjects, a song caught Kris' attention. Her head turned to face the stage.. A boy was up there giving his all and more into that one song.

And it was absolutely beautiful.

It was only after the song that Kris realized that she was holding her breath. She clapped softly, her eyes blinking with surprise. As the other singer left, another boy took his place. The new performer situated himself behind a piano and began singing a song Kris knew and liked. His voice carried fluidness and confidence, giving his song a boost of quality.

Kris clappedd as the singer hopped off stage. She laughed lightly and shuffled out of the booth. She planned to give the singers a congratulatory thumbs up for a good performance. Maybe a pat on a back or a cookie. That is if they sold cookies at the diner. If not, well...a pat on the back was good enough.

"Oh, are you gonna perform?"

Aunt Will a grinned at her niece excitedly and grabbed her arm. Kris tensed her eyes traveling to her father in panic. This was open [i]mic[/I], not open instruments. Kris was going to look like a fool. Her aunt, though, paid no heed to her struggle and pushed her on stage. Willa talked to the MC briskly before giving Kris a thumbs up and leaving.

Kris forced herself not to make a beeline for the exit and trudged to the drum set. She wasn't aware of the MC introducing or her family clapping in support. She just focused on the instrument in front of her. Her drumsticks in hand. A rhythm in her mind.

Her shakiness eased away as she began drumming the song she had practiced all night long. For a moment everything seemed right. Sure she wasn't playing on Ol' Jericho and that she was probably looking like an idiot right now, but hey, at least it sounded good. As the song ended, her nervousness returned. She quickly clumsily set down the drumsticks and stumbled off stage. Her eyes kept to the ground as she made her way back to her family.

"You're welcome," Aunt Willa called as she returned. Kris shot her a glare. Of course she had been planning on dragging her here. Kris buried her face in her hands, silently thinking on how her aunt would 'accidentally' put glue in her hair instead of shampoo.