We leave Manhattan to pay you a visit. I don’t see any tourists here. Yay.
I enter a Vevo recording venue, courtesy of a concierge that also doubles as thoughtful sister. A free venue with free booze. Brooklyn, you’re too kind.
The band of four women enters the stage. Their excitement is contagious and the crowd is kind. The bassist wears thick black eyeliners with grey t-shirt tucked into her tight blue jeans. The Lead Singer wears her fringe with effortless style. Maybe not. A lot of effort to look that way.
The drummer bangs away in the back, hidden from the crowd.
The lead singer steps to the edge of the stage to pat a spectator’s head.
Another guitarist wears a loose, checkered shirt. She looks out of place. She stands out from the rest.
Their spirits are high despite London jetlag combined with booze.
They’re out here making their dream come true. I applaud them for pursuing their music despite likely resistance from parents and society. Well done, ladies.