Blue Moon Stories

ОМСК It all happened one fateful night when I was moonlighting a job for extra dough under a moonlit sky at a local cafe that happened to be called Blue Moon. That night the moonbeams' calm glowing light contrasted with the boss's mood, which was, as we could say, moony and loony as I was 15 minutes late. Moonstruck couples sat and sipped their coffees serenely, but then the boss's irritation mooned to the dark side, I guess, and he said, «Stop moonshining and wash dem dishes.» The moon gave me a wink and said, «I'll be back.» But the boss said that evening, «No, you won't!» and I got the sack with no looking back. So, see, I started hitting the want ads, and with nothing to do in the evenings, gave karaoke a go for a few weeks. For a laugh, I noticed that a club needed a night singer, so I tried out for the position at this joint, and so here I am! Funny, huh!?