Smoke filled room
Lights down low
Scent of stale beer
Mixed with stale sweat and oil
Young girl with her guitar on stage
Nervous, shaking,staring out at all of them
Big burly bikers covered in tattoos
Women lookin cheap and strung out

The young girl steps up to the mic
Her voice a little shaky
Fingers on the fret, striking the strings
Clearing her throat. she begins to sing
Low and sultry her voice comes across
The effects of smoking and too much whiskey not yet there
Just low, young and sultry
She belts out a Lynryd Skynyrd tune

The band behind her, playing along
Her long black hair swaying in time with the notes
Nervousness gone,shaking subsided
No longer seeing the crowd
Losing herself in the song
The band continues to play along
Her voice fills the air, as they all stop and stare
She's finally found the place she belongs

good one girlfriend

Nice Write.