i think im starting to write a short story. just dabbling so dont judge.

The rain falls hard onto the black, sticky audience floor. The crew quickly grabs the drum set and keyboards, while water drips down from the velvet, stained curtains that line the stage. The band has quit playing now, the music is silent, the crowd dispersed, but Natalie stands sadly, staring at the skeleton of what was left of the bands presence. Her short, golden hair falls heavy into her blue eyes as she moves to the edge of the stage stepping over concert tickets, beer bottles, and burnt-out cigarettes. She looks cool and mysterious in her black skinny jeans and French beret,but he is not here to see her.