Chapter 3: The SceneGREEN SLEEVES WAS slowly building some midweek momentum. Cole had been there, seated at the bar, for two hours, chatting a bit with the bartender. He watched as the first musician of the night set up on the small stage, a low wooden railing around it to keep the hordes from getting too close. The early performers were the up and comers, still hungry for the chance to play for the large and rowdy midnight crowds. Cole didn’t recognize the ragged figure on stage and turned back towards his pint of Murphy’s. The late afternoon saw a few stragglers come in for beers after work, but the place as a whole lacked the energy that would blossom as the night wore on.
Even with the light from the setting sun outside, the bar’s walls, tables, chairs, and even the worn bare floor ca
