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of the job. Hell, they were one of greatest perks of the job
and it only made it better that Chris was the rockstar. If he woke up with
someone next to him, that person understood it was their time to leave. Each
woman had a hell of a story to tell all her friends. No matter what anyone did,
she could say she slept with someone from Chasing Cross.
But with Becky it was completely
different.
He had been in her apartment.
He had touched her and held her
like he hadn’t done to someone in a long time, maybe even ever. Now he had to
endure the car ride back to the tour bus. Sure, he could have called a cab,
right? He could have found a way to get in contact with Peter or the guys in
the bus. But the honest fact was that he didn’t want to leave Becky so soon.
At all.
“You know, this is a strange
feeling,” he finally said as Becky drove.
“What is?”
“The morning after stuff never
bothers me... but with you, it kind of does.”
“That’s just because I saved your
life last night,” Becky said. “You probably would have married me last night if
I wanted it. Right?”
Chris nodded. “Yeah, you’re
probably right. Thankfully we didn’t meet in Reno or Vegas then.”
“Is that where you’re going next?”
Becky asked.
“Yes,” Chris said. “We’ve been on
the road for almost a year with only a few breaks here and there to record our
next album. We’re going through Nevada to California and then working our way
home.”
“Where is home?” Becky asked.
“I really don’t have one,” Chris
admitted. “The bus. The road. Your apartment...” He smiled and caught Becky
blushing. “I have a rental in Los Angeles, but I want to buy something. I’d
like a house. But it’s sort of pointless when you don’t have anything to put
inside it.”
“I’m sure you have plenty of
guitars and stuff.”
Chris laughed. “I meant like people
to put in it. You know. A woman. Family.”
“Considering you’re a rockstar, was
that your way of proposing to me?” Becky asked. She turned into the parking lot
to the arena. She pulled up to the gate and stopped. She looked at Chris.
“Because if you are proposing, then I must be really good in bed.”
Chris touched Becky’s face and
shook his head. “You are by far the coolest woman I’ve ever met, Becky.”
“I hate that name.”
“I know. I’ll propose something to
you... if you can find a way to make it up to Vegas this coming weekend, there
will be tickets waiting for you. We have a show, a day off, and then we’re off
to California. Think about it.”
Becky opened her mouth and Chris
didn’t want her to say anything that could possibly ruin a thing between them.
Even if it ended like this - which Chris knew it probably would - he wanted to
have that little fantasy of something else happening.
He kissed Becky once on her lips,
once on her nose, and then got out of the car.
Before he got to the gate, she
called for him. He turned and saw her point at the guitar case in the backseat.
It occurred to him then that he never got to play guitar for Becky last night.
There was another first... a woman beautiful and captivating enough to take his
mind off music.
Chris smiled and mouthed It’s yours! and then
opened the gate.
(9)
There was no walk of shame as Chris
opened the door to the tour bus and had to walk the narrow aisle past his
bandmates as they all clapped and cheered for him. Johnnie raised his coffee
mug into the air and nodded his head. Of course Danny and Davey had guitars in
their hands and they started to play random notes, sliding and bending them,
like random notes in a dirty movie. Rick stood, put a foot on one of the
tables, raised an empty bottle of vodka and smiled.
Chris walked right by everyone and
went to his bed. He sat and put his hands to his face for a few seconds. To
catch his breath. To absorb everything. To if the mild sting of missing Becky
would go away.
It didn’t.
Chris had never felt this way
before,
and it only made it better that Chris was the rockstar. If he woke up with
someone next to him, that person understood it was their time to leave. Each
woman had a hell of a story to tell all her friends. No matter what anyone did,
she could say she slept with someone from Chasing Cross.
But with Becky it was completely
different.
He had been in her apartment.
He had touched her and held her
like he hadn’t done to someone in a long time, maybe even ever. Now he had to
endure the car ride back to the tour bus. Sure, he could have called a cab,
right? He could have found a way to get in contact with Peter or the guys in
the bus. But the honest fact was that he didn’t want to leave Becky so soon.
At all.
“You know, this is a strange
feeling,” he finally said as Becky drove.
“What is?”
“The morning after stuff never
bothers me... but with you, it kind of does.”
“That’s just because I saved your
life last night,” Becky said. “You probably would have married me last night if
I wanted it. Right?”
Chris nodded. “Yeah, you’re
probably right. Thankfully we didn’t meet in Reno or Vegas then.”
“Is that where you’re going next?”
Becky asked.
“Yes,” Chris said. “We’ve been on
the road for almost a year with only a few breaks here and there to record our
next album. We’re going through Nevada to California and then working our way
home.”
“Where is home?” Becky asked.
“I really don’t have one,” Chris
admitted. “The bus. The road. Your apartment...” He smiled and caught Becky
blushing. “I have a rental in Los Angeles, but I want to buy something. I’d
like a house. But it’s sort of pointless when you don’t have anything to put
inside it.”
“I’m sure you have plenty of
guitars and stuff.”
Chris laughed. “I meant like people
to put in it. You know. A woman. Family.”
“Considering you’re a rockstar, was
that your way of proposing to me?” Becky asked. She turned into the parking lot
to the arena. She pulled up to the gate and stopped. She looked at Chris.
“Because if you are proposing, then I must be really good in bed.”
Chris touched Becky’s face and
shook his head. “You are by far the coolest woman I’ve ever met, Becky.”
“I hate that name.”
“I know. I’ll propose something to
you... if you can find a way to make it up to Vegas this coming weekend, there
will be tickets waiting for you. We have a show, a day off, and then we’re off
to California. Think about it.”
Becky opened her mouth and Chris
didn’t want her to say anything that could possibly ruin a thing between them.
Even if it ended like this - which Chris knew it probably would - he wanted to
have that little fantasy of something else happening.
He kissed Becky once on her lips,
once on her nose, and then got out of the car.
Before he got to the gate, she
called for him. He turned and saw her point at the guitar case in the backseat.
It occurred to him then that he never got to play guitar for Becky last night.
There was another first... a woman beautiful and captivating enough to take his
mind off music.
Chris smiled and mouthed It’s yours! and then
opened the gate.
(9)
There was no walk of shame as Chris
opened the door to the tour bus and had to walk the narrow aisle past his
bandmates as they all clapped and cheered for him. Johnnie raised his coffee
mug into the air and nodded his head. Of course Danny and Davey had guitars in
their hands and they started to play random notes, sliding and bending them,
like random notes in a dirty movie. Rick stood, put a foot on one of the
tables, raised an empty bottle of vodka and smiled.
Chris walked right by everyone and
went to his bed. He sat and put his hands to his face for a few seconds. To
catch his breath. To absorb everything. To if the mild sting of missing Becky
would go away.
It didn’t.
Chris had never felt this way
before,
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