Publication date: August 8th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
It’s three forty-five and the four of us down a shot, just
one. Benji’s approved this, so fuck what the record company says. We do shots
before every show. It’s part of our pre-show routine, and no matter what anyone
says, that is not going to change…ever. I usually like to have a quick fuck
before I go onstage, but unfortunately, that isn’t happening here. We are
standing in the middle of Times Square with just a curtain separating us from
the crowd. I’m not shy, and the guys have seen me fuck women a million times
before, so it wouldn’t bother me or them, and there is no shortage of women who
would be happy to accommodate me, but I promised Benji I would behave. Aside
from the shot I just did, I also haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since I left
the bar with Tommy yesterday afternoon, and as far as I can tell, neither has
Dylan or Shawn. Tommy is on something, but he’s not going to be a problem. He
always holds his own onstage and has never let us down. He’ll be okay. We just
need to get through three songs and then we are out of here.
We step onto the makeshift stage that was erected only a few
hours ago. There are no bells and whistles, just the bare bones we need to get
the job done. Dylan is standing on one side of me, and Shawn is on the other.
Tommy takes up the rear, behind his kit. Someone out front is speaking to the
crowd, and then my heart rate kicks up with a familiar rush when I hear,
“Ladies and gentlemen, you are in for a real treat this afternoon. Get ready
for Ruin!” The crowd goes crazy. Tommy counts us down, and we start to play
just as the curtain rises in front of us.
We crush the first two songs, and the crowd continues to
grow. There are a shit ton of security around us, along with police on
horseback, keeping the crowd under control. Things could go sideways in a
heartbeat, but that’s not our concern. We are here to perform, and that’s
exactly what we do—we are killing it. There’s not a lot of room up here on this
tiny stage. I like to move around, but I’m limited to a few feet in any
direction, so I focus on the crowd instead.
We slow things down for the third and final song. I’m
singing one of our biggest hits. It’s about a dark-haired, green-eyed girl who
steals hearts and never gives them back. I look out over the crowd and my heart
almost fucking stops when I see her. She’s fucking gorgeous. The auburn
highlights in her long dark hair shine in the sun, and she has the biggest
green eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s the fucking girl in my song and I can’t take
my goddamn eyes off her. She is so close, I feel like I can almost reach out
and touch her, and her eyes are riveted on me. I smile and point at her. She
slaps her hand over her heart, and then points right back at me as she flashes
me a megawatt smile in return. I feel like I’ve been hit by a lightning bolt as
electricity zings between us. I force myself to move on, to give my attention
to the rest of the crowd, but I can’t seem to stop my eyes from returning to
the green-eyed girl. To me, one girl is as good as the next, but fuck, there’s
just something about her.
The song comes to an end, and the curtain drops as soon as
the last chord dies off, blocking any chance I might have had to find out who
she is. I’ve never, ever regretted the end of a song as much as I do in this moment.
I don’t know what the hell it is that I’m feeling, but I can’t let it go. The
need to find out who she is, is overwhelming.
I jump off the stage and pull the curtain aside. My eyes
zero in on the spot where she was sitting, but she’s not there, and my heart
sinks. I frantically look around, trying to find her. Where the fuck
did she go? There are literally hundreds of people moving around out
there. She could be anywhere in that crowd. I narrow my eyes as they skim over
the crowd, I search for a couple more seconds before I give up and drop the
curtain. She’s not there. I need to forget about her and move on—but my mind
refuses to let it go.
Who is she?
How can I find her?
She
was only on my radar for the length of a single song, but somehow, she’s managed
to get under my skin. That never happens. The need to know what it is about her
that is different from all the rest is overwhelming.
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