by C. R. Jane
Zipping my tight leather pants up I looked down at the red head. She was still on her knees, now looking up at me expectantly. I ran a hand through my too long hair. “Sorry babe but I have to go get ready for the concert now,” I told her, shrugging my shoulders. “Can I stay back here and keep you company until the show?” she asked, still trying to be seductive. I motioned for security to come up to us. “Unfortunately, I just don’t have time for that. Marvin here will walk you to your new seats. I made sure to upgrade you,” I added. She stared at me in disbelief, her cheeks growing red in anger. “That’s seriously it,” she whined. I shrugged my shoulders again. What did she expect? Finally realizing I was serious she stood up and brushed off her knees. Deciding to try and save face, she began to follow Marvin down the hallway, calling out over her shoulder as she walked away, “Let me know if you change your mind after the show…you know where I’m sitting.” I’m sure Marvin could get himself a blowjob as well if he promised her a free t-shirt or something. I knew my staff frequently took advantage of my dejected castoffs to get some action.
I threw my hair back in a bun as I walked down the opposite hallway to where the rest of my band was as well as my manager. As I walked into the huge room my manager, a tall, suited jack-ass named Kevin, walked up to me. “How was the red head,” he asked, grinning dirtily. He had seen security bringing her in I guess. I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to where my band was sitting. He knew better than to ask me about things like that. My drummer, Lane, nodded his head at me as I approached. “You ready for the show boss,” he asked lazily. Judging by his bloodshot eyes he was already high as fuck. I had learned early on that he actually played
better high because his nerves weren’t as bad so I never bothered him about it. “I’m ready. Are we on in five?” I asked. Danny, my bass guitarist nodded as he stood up from the couch where he had been sitting. Danny’s fingers were tapping out a tune feverishly on his leg. He probably could have benefited from getting high with Lane. I grabbed a bottle of water and rolled my shoulders back.
I always loved performing on my home turf. Usually Damon would come to my New York shows and he would join me on stage for a few songs and then hit the clubs afterwards, but since it was the beginning of football season he couldn’t make it until my show on Tuesday. It was going to be a busy weekend. After tonight’s show I would fly out tomorrow to attend the Grammy’s in L.A. and then would have to immediately turn around and fly back to perform on Tuesday. Tour management had really fucked it up by scheduling my New York shows during the Grammys. I wasn’t looking forward to having to fly back and forth across the country so many times. Taking a deep breath and pushing my schedule out of my mind I took a swig from my water bottle before setting it down and walking towards the entrance to the stage where the opening band was finishing up. It was show time.
Chapter 27
We had done a stadium tour this time around. Of course by industry standards it was crazy that we were selling out stadiums only a few years after starting, but obviously it wasn’t a surprise to me since I knew exactly why my voice drew the crowds so well. One of my gifts was that my voice had a siren type quality to it and people couldn’t get enough of it. No matter where I was in time or in the world, I had always managed to gain instant intense notoriety with my singing. The whole rockstar thing definitely was shaping up to be one of my favorite of those times though. Having the ability to easily travel everywhere and get laid all over the world instead of having to stay in one place was fucking amazing. I stepped out on the stage and the crowd went wild. Metlife was insane tonight and I soaked in the energy. There were around eighty thousand people there and their excitement pulsed through me. Damon, Beckham, and I were all alike. We loved being the center of the attention and the adulation of crowds made us thrive. I stepped up to the mic. “How are we fucking doing tonight New York City?” I yelled into the mic. The answering roar of the crowd made me grin. I looked back at my band. They nodded at me signaling they were ready and Lane began to beat out the opening notes of one of our many hits.
We were a few hits in before I saw her. I hadn’t looked at the seats in front of me since I knew I would have to start slapping their hands at some point in the show. I heard loud shrieking coming from in front of me and I looked down. I had been told that the daughter of a record executive was going to be at the show tonight with a bunch of her friends so I knew the shrieking was most likely coming from them. As I looked down at the first few rows I saw Selena, Damon’s occasional fuck buddy. She was hot, but was such an annoying bitch. Whenever Damon wasn’t giving her attention
she would try to climb in bed with Beckham or I. I think Beck had slept with her once when he was really drunk and she had basically climbed on his dick, but no amount of alcohol could make me forget what a cunt she was. I quickly looked away from her when she shot me a come hither stare and began looking down the aisle at the girls she had brought with her. I noticed a glow coming from farther down and looked for the source. As soon as I saw her I lost all train of thought. I stopped singing and couldn’t even seem to remember where I was. She was a literal goddess. I had never seen something so exquisite in my entire life. Helen of Troy would have looked like a fucking pimply face school girl next to this creature. (I would know, I had slept with her a few times). She had smooth perfect skin, long golden hair that was hanging almost down to her ass in ringlets. Her lips were begging to be kissed, and her eyes...fuck her eyes were gorgeous. Purple tinted, they reminded me of an amethyst, or a crystal. My chest got tight. I wanted to stop the show and go get her and lock her away so that no one could take her away from me. I came back to reality suddenly and realized my band was still playing. Danny was singing, trying to cover up the fact that I had dropped off singing in the middle of the song. I quickly jumped in but couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the show. I was terrified she was going to disappear and I would never see her again.
I turned around and grabbed my water bottle, trying to gather my composure. My mind was racing and I was having trouble remembering what song was next. My bandmates were sending me questioning glances. I was freaking them out by losing my composure. I never let anything faze me. I turned around and determinedly stared the opposite direction from the goddess in front of me. I managed to get through one song before I had to get my fill and see her again. She was staring up at me, a smile lighting up her face. Turning around again I walked up closer to where Lane was drumming. “Let’s cover Making Damn Sure next,” I told them. They looked at me questioningly, but Danny started up the beat, quickly
followed by Lane. I turned around and stared right at the girl, belting the Taking Back Sunday lyrics. None of my songs were enough to capture my immediate obsession but this one at least came a little close.
I just want to break you down so badly
I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way…
I’m gonna make damn sure
That you can’t ever leave
No you won’t ever get too far from me
You won’t ever get too far from me…
I crooned the lyrics into the mike, staring at the girl intently. I wanted to make sure she knew this song was for her. Her friend, a cute red head (not the blowjob one thankfully), elbowed her and giggled something in her ear. The beauty flushed while holding my gaze and I nearly lost where I was in the song again. Everyone within eye view of the girl was staring at her. Guys and girls were trying to press closer to her but she seemed oblivious to it. She was bouncing slightly to the song as I continued to sing, drawing my attention to her ample, perfect breasts. She was wearing a white dress that clung to her every curve. I had never seen anything so enchanting in my whole life.
My mind raced, trying to think of how I was going to get this girl backstage at the end of the show. Suddenly I realized who the record executive’s daughter was, it was Selena. She
was always trying to brag about it whenever she was around Damon and I, as if I gave a shit who her dad was. But I had totally forgotten. It would come in handy now though. I could have Kevin invite Selena and her friends backstage to give them special treatment as a favor to her dad. It
appeared that the goddess was with Selena’s group so she would then come as well.
My blood started to heat with anticipation. At the end of the song I turned and slipped my phone out of my pocket, texting Kevin the plan. I remembered right then that Courtney was on her way into town. I followed up my first text with another text instructing him to text her it was over and to go to her own place tonight. I had never given her a key so at least I didn’t have to worry about her being at my place. I couldn’t even fathom touching Courtney after I had seen this girl. I finished sending the texts, slipped my phone into my pocket, and took a sip of my water bottle. I now wanted to get through this concert as fast as possible so my plan could be put into place. I turned around and squared my shoulders, determined to finish strong and hopefully impress this girl. It was going to be a long next hour.
Chapter 28
(Eva)
The lead singer, who I now knew was Mason, had seemed to be staring at me for most of the show. I had never been to a concert before and wondered if they were all like this. Mason’s voice had a raw, desperate edge to it that seemed to speak to my soul. His singing ranged from soft crooning into the microphone to rough gritty belting as he went through different songs. I was enchanted. The crowd was pushing in on me but I didn’t care. I never wanted him to stop singing. I didn’t know much current music besides ones that had come up on my internet searches but I did know the Taking Back Sunday cover that the band played from before my time with the Andersons. I sang along as Mason purred the lyrics, changing the song and making it his own. His dark brown hair had pieces coming loose from the bun it had been pulled back in, and his indigo eyes seemed to pierce right through me. I noticed a flash of metal in his mouth when he sang and figured he had some sort of piercing. It was sexy.
It felt like he was singing the lyrics to me. I looked around me. The girls around me all seemed to have the same idea and I immediately felt stupid. Of course he wasn’t looking at me. There was literally thousands upon thousands of people here. There’s no way he would notice me. The band took a small break after the song. I saw a bouncer approach Selena, leaning in and whispering in her ear. She lit up with whatever he had to say and accepted some badges that he handed to her. The bouncer bounded away and
Selena began to pass the badges down the line. When
they got to me I read the inscription on them. They were backstage passes. I wasn’t exactly sure what that
entailed but I was assuming that it was another hookup from Selena’s father who was some kind of record executive. Maybe we would be meeting the band? At that moment music started playing again and my attention snapped back to Mason. He was electrifying. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else when he opened his mouth to sing. I began to bounce up and down to the beat. So far my first concert had been an epic experience.
After another hour of songs in which I seemed to like each one more than the one before the band finished and walked off stage. The bouncer came back over in front of Selena and lifted the rope that separated the crowd from the very front of the stage. Selena scooted under the rope, motioning the rest of us to follow. One by one we went under the rope, passing the bouncer on our way to the side of the stage. When it was my turn the thick rope ended up hitting me in the top of the head as I passed underneath it.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” the bouncer gasped out. I glanced up at him puzzled. He looked like he was having trouble breathing. “It’s fine,” I answered, smiling politely. He looked relieved and placed his hand on the small of my back, escorting me forward. “We are heading right down this hallway,” he told me as we went around the side of the stage, his hand still hovering uncomfortably on my back.
I began to walk faster, hoping he would get the hint that I did not want to be touched. He hastily removed his hand but sped up with me to keep pace. He kept sneaking glances at me. I wasn’t sure what to think. The girls were waiting impatiently up ahead for us. Selena glared at me as we approached the group. “Eva, my father is doing us a favor,” she snapped. “The
least you could do is stay with the group.” I blushed but said nothing. I was quickly learning that Selena took every chance to cause trouble and I wasn’t going
to let her attitude ruin this experience for me. The bouncer stepped in front of me and scowled at Selena. “The band is this way if you’re done bitchin,” he barked. Selena had the decency to look a little embarrassed but she still huffed and turned away. The bouncer opened up the door the girls had been waiting in front of and we entered a large room.
The room was bustling with people running around. There were scantily clad girls spread all around. Some dancing to the music that was blaring from speakers, others sitting on the couch draped over members of the band. The band, with the exception of Mason, were sprawled all over a large circular sectional. One of the guys, the drummer, was already smoking what smelled strongly of marijuana, his eyelids lazily hooded while a rail thin brunette seemed to be trying to give him a lap dance. I looked around to see if Mason was somewhere in the room but didn’t see him. I followed Lexi to the side of the room where a long table spread with every kind of food imaginable was placed along the wall.
We perused the offerings, filling our plates with a mixture of chips and dip, sweets, and even a few sushi rolls. “This is the life,” giggled Lexi. She was already a little tipsy. She and Lauren had continued to drink throughout the concert, passing a silver flask back and forth. I was still slightly feeling the champagne and hadn’t wanted to risk furthering my buzz and not being able to enjoy the concert so I had declined their offers to share. I nodded in agreement, digging into my plate. I turned around to grab one of the diet cokes located in a large silver tub along with every other soft drink imaginable to man. Just then the girls began to squeal and the volume of the room
erupted. I spun around to see what had caused such a
stir. It was Mason.
He walked in with a gaggle of people around him ranging from a man in a stiff suit, to barely dressed girls who were trying to hang all over him. He brushed them off and walked over to Selena, offering his hand when she tried to hug him. I felt a rush of weird satisfaction that he hadn’t immediately fallen all over her. Selena was gushing about the concert and he started to glance around the room while she talked, almost like he was looking for someone. Suddenly he stopped, and once again I got the feeling that he was staring right at me. But surely it was someone else right? Mason cut Selena off and began to walk towards me. His eyes were smoldering and penetrating and I began to feel lightheaded. Not because he was a famous rockstar but because the same feeling that I got whenever I was around Damon was rushing over me. The feeling that this person was going to be important to me. Mason continued his approach, coming right up to me. He was tall. Not as tall as Damon but he still hovered far above my 5’8 frame.
“Hi”, he said, smiling sinfully. I was slightly at a loss for words but managed to choke out a hi to him in return. “What’s your name gorgeous,” he asked. Up close his eyes were even more unique, the blue more like the color of a twilight sky, the blue flecked with gold sparkles like stars in the sky. This guy was swoon worthy. “Eva,” I answered, preparing to turn away assuming he would be done with the conversation. Instead, he stroked the side of my arm. “Don’t you want to know my name?” he asked cockily. “Seeing that I just watched you perform for three hours I think I know your name,” I laughed at him.
“Just making sure,” he said smiling. “You don’t seem to want to stick around and usually people who know who I am don’t have that reaction.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. All of a sudden a red finger-nailed hand stroked around the front of Mason’s stomach, startling him. “What
the fuck,” he exclaimed. “Mason,” a voice purred. Immediately I recognized Selena’s
voice.
Mason rolled his eyes exasperatedly. “Hey Selena, enjoying the after party?” he asked, looking like he was forcing himself to be polite. “I’m not enjoying the fact that you are ignoring me,” she whined at him. Mason didn’t bother to apologize. “I’m a little busy Selena, maybe we can chat later,” he answered. Just then Selena noticed me. Her face immediately flushed with annoyance but she bit her tongue. It didn’t seem like she wanted to act like her usual self around Mason.
Mason turned his attention back to me. “Would you and the girls like to go out with us tonight,” he asked. “I want to talk to you more and this room is a little too crowded for my liking,” he explained. Lexi, who had been standing next to me watching our little interlude immediately grabbed my arm and piped in excitedly, “Of course we would!” Mason smiled indulgently at Lexi and then grabbed my hand, yelling to the room, “Let’s head out.” I found myself being held closely next to Mason’s side, unable to really move anywhere. The tingles that I felt when I had locked eyes on him intensified a thousand fold now that he was touching me. My thoughts immediately went to Damon. I wondered what he was doing and what he would think about this situation. We hadn’t talked about what we were or even kissed but I felt a sense of unease. We had seemed to cross a line the night before and now I was having similar feelings for someone else. Just then Lexi began to chat my ear off and I was distracted from my musings.