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Authors: M.L. Steinbrunn
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give their kid a stuffed animal at a carnival, when said guy doesn’t even have kids with him? It screams Dateline special on how to catch a predator.
“Now neither of us has a prize, we’re even,” he says when he returns from his creepy good deed.
“I guess so. I say we buy our own funnel cakes. You’re without a prize, and I’m not nice to cheaters,” I tell him before filing into the funnel cake line.
After we each take our turn buying our snacks and find seats on a set of nearby hay bales, we both dig into the confectionary goodness, which is no doubt rotting my teeth with every bite.
“So, Stacy, huh?” I ask, shoving another piece of bread into my mouth, powdered sugar leaving a trail on my chin. “You guys all just take your turn passing her around or what?”
He chokes on his funnel cake and it takes him a moment to catch his breath. “I’ve never been with Stacy, not for a lack of trying on her part. I told you, I don’t sleep around, Jen,” he responds and then wipes the sugar off my chin.
“But you hang with Royce and you have to admit that guy has had more ‘tang than an astronaut.” Casen bursts into laughter at my critique of his friend.
“Royce really isn’t that bad of a guy, but I’m nothing like him when it comes to women. You need to understand the difference between him and me. While Royce is looking for a girl for the night, I’m looking for a girl for the rest of my life.” I try to let his comparison sink in, but before I can respond, Casen gathers our trash and once again offers his hand to me. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your car. Thank you for hanging out with me tonight. I hope this means we’ve called a truce and can be friends.”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I smile and slide my hand into his. That’s all I need to show him. My hand tucked in his provides a sense of security that I never thought I could tolerate, let alone seek out. Just for a moment, I can feel those restraints unbuckle and my heart beats wildly at the idea of a relationship with Casen, but then my mind gains control again, and snaps those emotions back into place. The risk is too daunting.
Jen
Shit, shit, shit! I pride myself on my ability to be on time to appointments. Correction; I pride myself on the effort I put into trying to be on time to events. I’m usually late, but I try hard not to be. Tonight is no damn different. It’s only the third show in the tour and I, once again, have found arranging the “perfect” outfit to tease Casen has proven elusive and is now the cause for my tardiness.
Tonight is a bigger show in Colorado Springs with several bands performing throughout the evening. The venue is large, the crowd is supposed to be large, and the media attention leading up to it has been large. Being late is not good.
I manage to find a parking spot in the crowded lot behind the venue, which is filled with tour buses, roadies, and the inevitable groupies/fans who are loitering in the back section of the lot, waiting for their chance to “see” the bands.
Slamming my little Camry into park and grabbing my camera bag, I rush toward the back entrance for employees-only as quickly as my skirt and heels will allow. It’s not until I reach the security gate and the burly guard when I realize I don’t have my crew pass which will allow me on the lot behind the scenes. What a perfect cherry on top to my shit-evening-sundae.
“Sorry, I forgot my badge; do you have a list or something for approved personnel?” I ask as I approach the guard. He’s somewhat intimidating, more large than muscular, but bigger than me nonetheless. He has a bit of a haggard appearance with shaggy hair and a few days’ worth of facial hair growth. As I get closer I smell alcohol on him, which if the guys in the band or Campbell knew about, he would be tossed out on his ass quicker than Royce could charm the panties off one of the girls waiting at his bus.
“Sorry, honey. No badge, no
“Now neither of us has a prize, we’re even,” he says when he returns from his creepy good deed.
“I guess so. I say we buy our own funnel cakes. You’re without a prize, and I’m not nice to cheaters,” I tell him before filing into the funnel cake line.
After we each take our turn buying our snacks and find seats on a set of nearby hay bales, we both dig into the confectionary goodness, which is no doubt rotting my teeth with every bite.
“So, Stacy, huh?” I ask, shoving another piece of bread into my mouth, powdered sugar leaving a trail on my chin. “You guys all just take your turn passing her around or what?”
He chokes on his funnel cake and it takes him a moment to catch his breath. “I’ve never been with Stacy, not for a lack of trying on her part. I told you, I don’t sleep around, Jen,” he responds and then wipes the sugar off my chin.
“But you hang with Royce and you have to admit that guy has had more ‘tang than an astronaut.” Casen bursts into laughter at my critique of his friend.
“Royce really isn’t that bad of a guy, but I’m nothing like him when it comes to women. You need to understand the difference between him and me. While Royce is looking for a girl for the night, I’m looking for a girl for the rest of my life.” I try to let his comparison sink in, but before I can respond, Casen gathers our trash and once again offers his hand to me. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your car. Thank you for hanging out with me tonight. I hope this means we’ve called a truce and can be friends.”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I smile and slide my hand into his. That’s all I need to show him. My hand tucked in his provides a sense of security that I never thought I could tolerate, let alone seek out. Just for a moment, I can feel those restraints unbuckle and my heart beats wildly at the idea of a relationship with Casen, but then my mind gains control again, and snaps those emotions back into place. The risk is too daunting.
Jen
Shit, shit, shit! I pride myself on my ability to be on time to appointments. Correction; I pride myself on the effort I put into trying to be on time to events. I’m usually late, but I try hard not to be. Tonight is no damn different. It’s only the third show in the tour and I, once again, have found arranging the “perfect” outfit to tease Casen has proven elusive and is now the cause for my tardiness.
Tonight is a bigger show in Colorado Springs with several bands performing throughout the evening. The venue is large, the crowd is supposed to be large, and the media attention leading up to it has been large. Being late is not good.
I manage to find a parking spot in the crowded lot behind the venue, which is filled with tour buses, roadies, and the inevitable groupies/fans who are loitering in the back section of the lot, waiting for their chance to “see” the bands.
Slamming my little Camry into park and grabbing my camera bag, I rush toward the back entrance for employees-only as quickly as my skirt and heels will allow. It’s not until I reach the security gate and the burly guard when I realize I don’t have my crew pass which will allow me on the lot behind the scenes. What a perfect cherry on top to my shit-evening-sundae.
“Sorry, I forgot my badge; do you have a list or something for approved personnel?” I ask as I approach the guard. He’s somewhat intimidating, more large than muscular, but bigger than me nonetheless. He has a bit of a haggard appearance with shaggy hair and a few days’ worth of facial hair growth. As I get closer I smell alcohol on him, which if the guys in the band or Campbell knew about, he would be tossed out on his ass quicker than Royce could charm the panties off one of the girls waiting at his bus.
“Sorry, honey. No badge, no
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