Bonus Story Natalya
Pattie’s music shop crawls with people. It’s packed end to end by an insane variety of humans: hipsters in ripped black jeans and slouchy vintage shirts; music professors trying to pretend like they’re still cool (and mostly failing); touring musicians; a few members of up-and-coming local bands; a dozen more people that aren’t connected to the music world, but who just happen to love Pattie.
I post up in a corner of the room, feeling awkward. I can’t drink, seeing as I’m still pregnant, and I don’t really know a ton of people here. My own party was a month back but there’s always a huge turnover when Pattie’s involved. People join, disappear, go on tour, have falling-outs, the works. It’s a fun scene, but exhausting.