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"This next song was written after a long hard night on the road."
God. His singing voice is beautiful, but to hear him speak? This man was made to be a star.
Screams erupt, and everyone in the audience, except for me, knows exactly which song he's introducing.
The band starts to play another fast-paced beat. The lyrics paint the picture of a long hard night alright, one equipped with endless sex and lots of booze. Once again, his eyes find mine. I look away, trying to prevent myself from blushing any further.
It feels like it’s over before it even starts and suddenly the band disappears back into the black of the stage, making their exit.
The crowd slowly begins to thin out when the band is out of view.
"Let’s ask someone to take our picture!" Alyssa suggests. I nod, and she grabs the man’s attention to her right.
We pose, and he snaps the picture. After Alyssa approves it and thanks the man, we start to make our way toward the exit when suddenly a large man places his hand on my shoulder just as we reach the door.
"Ladies, would you like to come backstage?"
Before I can politely decline the offer, Alyssa’s squeals cut me off.
“Yes! Of course!”
My heartbeat thuds in my ears as the realization hits. What the hell is happening?
The large man leads us back into the arena and towards a door that is guarded by security.
"Alyssa..." I say, trying to keep my voice low.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jules. Please, let me have this!" she pleads.
Well, how do I say no to that? Adrenaline is coursing through my veins, and what would typically be an easy “no” doesn’t seem so cut and dry.
I have instantly been transported into one of those cheesy plotlines where the band points out who they want to fuck from the crowd and has them brought backstage, and my best friend is eating it up.
I’m now starring in my own personal fanfiction.
The large man clad in all black says something into his earpiece and flashes a badge to the man guarding the door. Once we cross the threshold, we’re greeted by roughly a dozen other squealing female fans, all undoubtedly hoping to get a shot with someone in the band. The thought is nauseating.
I feel so out of place here, but I try to tell myself that I can handle a little discomfort for my best friend.
There’s a random assortment of seating scattered around the lounge area, and I can pick out the band members thanks to the cluster of women surrounding them. The guitarist leans against the wall as someone hands him a lit joint.
"Do you think Gareth would hook up with me?" some random blonde bombshell asks, leaning into me.
Her dress, if that's what you want to call it, barely covers anything. Her body is insane, and I can tell that underneath the pounds of makeup, she's a beautiful girl.
"Uh, I mean, you look hot? If I had to guess, that's the only criterion, so you have a good shot." Sarcasm drips from my response, but she doesn't seem to pick up on it.
"Thanks, girl!" She reaches into her cleavage and lifts each breast so that they are basically spilling out.
"How do the girls look?" She shakes them at me, and for a moment, I almost launch into a lecture on self-respect and standards, but it's pretty obvious she doesn't give a shit.
"Perfect," I say. "Now go get your one-night stand on, girl."
The blonde squeals and makes a beeline toward the unsuspecting rocker.
"You're awful." Alyssa laughs. She can see right through me, and I join in with her laughter as we watch the blonde throw herself at Gareth. They’re against the far wall so it’s hard to make out the details, but from what I can see, he doesn’t seem to mind.
Chapter Three
