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wynnology · 2 months ago
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closed starter for @coreyjensen
when: Present
where: The Glass Cactus
Wynn recalls when this nightclub used to be a dive bar called Brass Buckles. It feels like ages ago, but the memories of hunting down her dad all over Paxton, whenever he went MIA after his latest gambling loss or win– as infrequent as those were. Brass Buckles, and a few other hole-in-wall locations were her father's usual haunts. Wynn was surprised when she returned 3 years ago to find an all new establishment where it once stood. A win in her books. What better way to crush terrible memories than tearing down the establishments that hold them?
There were some familiar old faces, and a bunch of new faces in Paxton that came along with the boom in business and tourism. Corey's face was one of the former. Quite a few nights Wynn found herself at The Glass Cactus ready to destress, turn off her brain, and have a fun night. Part of that included taking in the live performances. Corey captained the stage tonight, which she thoroughly enjoyed, and hung around to celebrate that fact. Clapping as she greeted them, Wynn beamed. "Hey superstar! Great performance tonight."
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wynnology · 21 days ago
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“What!” This was news to her, and it would have been amazing had Corey succeeded. Life has a way of causing deviations from the plan and or an envisioned path; had things gone differently, they may not even be talking right now. “I probably would have been scheduling lunch or something via your manager,” She teased. Wynn hopes that the future presents Corey with the opportunity once again, sans hindrances.
“Yes please,” she accepts the offer with a nod. Thereafter, Wynn laughs at the instance Corey recalls. “Of course,” she agrees without taking a minute to decide. “That’s so cute!” she adds, enjoying seeing this side of Corey.
Whenever she got to cater things, it sparked a whole new kind of joy and pride within. Julie was right, she should stop dabbling in catering on the side, and actually make it into a business. Someday, she thought. Sooner rather than later if she could only manage to sit still long enough to flesh out a plan. “What’s the vibe you’re going for? I’ll send you some menu ideas soon,” Wynn promises. “Oh, also, any allergies or anything I should be aware of?”
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It was real sweet how Corey's friends showed up to support them, even when they were just playing the local rock nights, variations of the same sets in the same small towns around Paxton. "Appreciate it. Don't really know what the future holds. Almost had a record deal once, but shit got in the way."
When their mom got her diagnosis, Corey knew she would eventually need full-time care, and they hadn't been able to travel and tour, to throw their all into music like they'd wanted to. Now that she'd passed away, Corey didn't have anything tying them to the town anymore. Except their people. For now, they had promised Andie they weren't going anywhere without her, and they doubted she was ever going to want to leave her family, but maybe they could eventually tour for part of the year, come home to Paxton the rest of the time.
Corey pushed their way through the crowds to vacate the club, heading out to the smoking area out back, offering one to her. "I got weed too, if you want it." Corey knew that wasn't everyone's cup of tea, though. They'd see where the night took them. "Shit, I remember watching him prep a pheasant or something, takin' all the bones out? And I was like 'i'm not into men, but that was hot'. I gotta learn to do that. Impress my girl."
Corey lit their cigarette, handing Wynn the lighter so she could light hers, too. "And you mean your dream ain't sharing your food with this small town?" Just like sharing their music with this small town wasn't exactly the end of Corey's amibitions, either. "Who woulda thought? You can share your food with me, though. Speaking of impressing my girl, if I can get her to agree, you think you can fit me in for something that resembles a romantic evening at some point?"
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wynnology · 1 month ago
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Wynn wasn’t going to stand for Corey putting themselves down, even in jest. Regardless of how outlandish being a superstar was as a concept, she believed that one day Corey would actually perform their own compositions to a crowd. “I’m speaking it into the universe,” Wynn noted with a shrug. “Besides, you never know what the future holds once you put yourself out there.” With Wynn’s logic, a simple open mic night could spark a change. “Sometimes you just have to say fuck it, and go for it!” The rhyming was unintentional, but she rolled with it nonetheless. 
“Yep,” Wynn nods, she could do with a smoke break. “Let’s go!” After a brief pause to polish off what was left of the drink, her attention turned to Corey. “We do, yes,” she chuckled. Chef’s like Gordon Ramsay and Mario Batali were all Wynn could talk about when she started to delve into her passion for food. If Wynn could ever become a restaurateur and gain celebrity chef status she would be unstoppable.
“I still dream of sharing my food with the world,” she comments while falling into step beside them. Simple childhood dreams morph into much more as a person ages. Some actually attain them, whereas others are faced with a reality check, which in turn leads them towards a path of sustainability, versus achieving sheer happiness. “It’s more than just eating, it’s a whole experience.” As Wynn spoke she moved her hands around with whimsy.
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When Corey had planned to be a musician for a living, this wasn't exactly what they had in mind. They wanted to tour, travel the world exposing new audiences to their music. They wanted to connect with people like them who had never thought they'd hear songs about a trans masc experience or being revolutionarily queer. They could do that some nights. They played their own songs, but they got the impression the nuance wasn't quite understood by most of the Glass Cactus regulars. Their set list was rounded out with covers of Hozier and Benson Boone and Noah Kahan, songs they liked but that would strike a little more familiarity with the indie rock fans in Paxton. They'd just learned a new one, cover of a new song called Sugar In The Tank by a couple queer artists they liked. Felt nice to play something different for once.
When Corey stepped off stage, they flashed Wynn a smile. "Superstar might be pushin' it," they snickered, guitar strapped to their back. "These people just wanna get drunk and suck face. They don't care that much 'bout what I'm singing." It wasn't the kind of gig where people bought tickets just to see Corey. Corey had accepted that they often became background noise. Wasn't exactly the most fulfilling life for someone who cared about their art, but back when Corey had taken the gig, they just needed the regular income. They reached into their jacket pocket to grab their cigarettes. "Comin' outside with me? I might be convinced to share. You can catch me up on what's hot in the restaurant business right now. Do we still like Gordon Ramsay?"
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