can lose yourself and empty your mind from all the shit that consumes it on a daily basis?
The smile on my face probably looks cheesy as hell, but I haven’t enjoyed myself this much in a long time. Sweat pours off me and my grey t-shirt now appears black, but I can’t stop moving and jumping with the music. A twinge of disappointment hits me when Brady tells everyone it’s the last song.
I glance up from my guitar at the dark crowd below us and see her blonde head among all of the people. When she lands next to Sadie in the booth, Sadie immediately reaches over and hugs Jessa. I can’t tell if she’s been crying from up here, but I do notice the look of surprise when Sadie points to me up on the stage. Nodding my head her way, I quickly put my eyes back on the guitar, now eager to finish this last song and get down to her.
After the guys and I put away the equipment in Dex’s truck, they all change their shirts and I realize in my rush that I forgot one. I walk back inside the bar, astonished to find that Jessa already ordered a beer for me.
“Thanks,” I say, scooting in next to her.
“You’re sweaty,” she says, plucking at my shirt that’s currently stuck to my body. I’m surprised to see no trace of puffy or red eyes.
“I forgot a shirt to change into,” I apologize and scoot away.
“No need to do that, I’m used to it,” she jokes.
All the guys come over and everyone partakes in beers and shots, except for Brady, who has his usual water, and Sadie, who has a vodka tonic.
“Sorry, Jessa,” Dex says with clear sympathy.
“Well, it is what it is.” She seems completely casual about it, and I’m pissed that they’re going to try the long-distance thing. As though Rob would keep his hands to himself during three months of concerts and girls hanging all over him.
“He’s a fucking asshole,” Trey exclaims. “How could he leave us like that? A couple hours before the show and he says ‘see ya… ya’…asshole.” I don’t know Trey very well, but the anger coming from him seems foreign to his usual relaxed demeanor.
“It was a shitty thing to do,” Brady agrees and shrugs his shoulders.
“Shitty? It’s an asshole move. Please, tell me you are kicking him out,” Trey says, continuing his anti-Rob rant.
“I’m not going to leave him homeless,” Brady says.
“You should. What a fucking asshole.” Trey tips his head back, consuming his shot before leaving the table. My eyes follow him to a redhead at the bar giving him fuck-me eyes. He swoops her up and carries her into the dark hallway of the bar. I wish I had his balls. He takes what he wants and gives a shit about consequences.
“I guess we know where Trey stands on the issue,” Sadie jokes.
“Hey, let’s get out of here. I want to go over and see Jacks at the diner,” Brady says and stands up to help Sadie out. “Do you guys want to come?”
“No thanks, man. I see a brunette over there I wouldn’t mind having under me tonight. You guys have fun.” Dex walks away with a wave.
“What about you two?” Brady asks me and Jessa.
“I have to get out of this shirt first,” I say. “I’ll meet you there.” I scoot out of the round booth and to my surprise, Jessa follows.
“I’ll go with Grant. We’ll meet you there,” she tells them, and Sadie gives her a knowing smile.
“Sounds good.” Brady leads Sadie out of Aces and to the car, and I place my hand on the small of Jessa’s back, letting her go first.
We head out to the street and get in my beat-up truck. I’m embarrassed to have her in such a piece of shit, but what choice do I have?
“Sorry for the car,” I apologize, but she shrugs her shoulders like it doesn’t matter.
“If it has a radio and gets you where you need to go, that’s all that matters, right?” she says and starts fiddling with the radio.
“Are you really okay with him leaving?” I ask, not for myself but for her.
“I guess. I didn’t really have a choice. It’s
The smile on my face probably looks cheesy as hell, but I haven’t enjoyed myself this much in a long time. Sweat pours off me and my grey t-shirt now appears black, but I can’t stop moving and jumping with the music. A twinge of disappointment hits me when Brady tells everyone it’s the last song.
I glance up from my guitar at the dark crowd below us and see her blonde head among all of the people. When she lands next to Sadie in the booth, Sadie immediately reaches over and hugs Jessa. I can’t tell if she’s been crying from up here, but I do notice the look of surprise when Sadie points to me up on the stage. Nodding my head her way, I quickly put my eyes back on the guitar, now eager to finish this last song and get down to her.
After the guys and I put away the equipment in Dex’s truck, they all change their shirts and I realize in my rush that I forgot one. I walk back inside the bar, astonished to find that Jessa already ordered a beer for me.
“Thanks,” I say, scooting in next to her.
“You’re sweaty,” she says, plucking at my shirt that’s currently stuck to my body. I’m surprised to see no trace of puffy or red eyes.
“I forgot a shirt to change into,” I apologize and scoot away.
“No need to do that, I’m used to it,” she jokes.
All the guys come over and everyone partakes in beers and shots, except for Brady, who has his usual water, and Sadie, who has a vodka tonic.
“Sorry, Jessa,” Dex says with clear sympathy.
“Well, it is what it is.” She seems completely casual about it, and I’m pissed that they’re going to try the long-distance thing. As though Rob would keep his hands to himself during three months of concerts and girls hanging all over him.
“He’s a fucking asshole,” Trey exclaims. “How could he leave us like that? A couple hours before the show and he says ‘see ya… ya’…asshole.” I don’t know Trey very well, but the anger coming from him seems foreign to his usual relaxed demeanor.
“It was a shitty thing to do,” Brady agrees and shrugs his shoulders.
“Shitty? It’s an asshole move. Please, tell me you are kicking him out,” Trey says, continuing his anti-Rob rant.
“I’m not going to leave him homeless,” Brady says.
“You should. What a fucking asshole.” Trey tips his head back, consuming his shot before leaving the table. My eyes follow him to a redhead at the bar giving him fuck-me eyes. He swoops her up and carries her into the dark hallway of the bar. I wish I had his balls. He takes what he wants and gives a shit about consequences.
“I guess we know where Trey stands on the issue,” Sadie jokes.
“Hey, let’s get out of here. I want to go over and see Jacks at the diner,” Brady says and stands up to help Sadie out. “Do you guys want to come?”
“No thanks, man. I see a brunette over there I wouldn’t mind having under me tonight. You guys have fun.” Dex walks away with a wave.
“What about you two?” Brady asks me and Jessa.
“I have to get out of this shirt first,” I say. “I’ll meet you there.” I scoot out of the round booth and to my surprise, Jessa follows.
“I’ll go with Grant. We’ll meet you there,” she tells them, and Sadie gives her a knowing smile.
“Sounds good.” Brady leads Sadie out of Aces and to the car, and I place my hand on the small of Jessa’s back, letting her go first.
We head out to the street and get in my beat-up truck. I’m embarrassed to have her in such a piece of shit, but what choice do I have?
“Sorry for the car,” I apologize, but she shrugs her shoulders like it doesn’t matter.
“If it has a radio and gets you where you need to go, that’s all that matters, right?” she says and starts fiddling with the radio.
“Are you really okay with him leaving?” I ask, not for myself but for her.
“I guess. I didn’t really have a choice. It’s
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