rehearsal · 1
They were rehearsing in a studio in Brooklyn near the water. They decided to take a break, and left the room.
It was after midnight, and no other bands were there, so they locked the door and walked to the water.
“Look. A car”
They saw the back part of a car sticking up from the water.
“There’s another one.”
They wondered if anyone was inside them. Judging from what was visible, they agreed that they looked like they’d been there a while.
None of them spoke for a few minutes. Small waves splashed against the concrete. The wind was cool.
boat · 3
Manhattan gleamed through the ferry windows. He liked the sounds of casting off and the slapping of the waves on the hull. Sometimes he went to the front of the boat to feel the wind and watch Staten Island approaching.
“Yo, how’s it going? Is this cool or what?” It was C, one of the guys he worked with.
“It’s great.”
They stood at the railing.
“That band you did the display for will be playing on the main deck soon.”
They discussed which of their friends they’d seen. There were many people on board, and they were sure others had said they were coming that neither had run into yet.
Live music drifted out past them and over the dark waves as the city slid by in the distance.
nspace radio • new york 