drank from a glass
of beer and cleared his throat, as he sat on the stool with his guitar.
“Uh… I just want to
thank you all for coming out. This has been an awesome couple weeks for us here. I’ve been a solo act for a long time and
I just feel really welcomed into the band. So cheers to my new brothers.” The
crowd cheered as he drank a gulp and then held the glass up to the crowd,
“Cheers to y’all out there in the crowd, because Boston has made me feel
welcomed too.” The crowd went wild again as he drank again.
He held his glass out
a final time, “Cheers to my princess from North Dakota.”
The crowd erupted.
They didn’t know why they were cheering. They just ate him up.
I, however, knew.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t feel
anything but my pounding heart.
“Bastard,” I whispered
to myself.
He’d upped the ante,
hard.
The crowd died down
and he started to play.
His fingers moved so
fast my blurry vision couldn’t keep up. When his voice broke out over top of
the guitar, everyone went nuts. The crowd started singing with him. They knew
the song. I’d never heard it before. He started stomping his boot on the stage,
as he played and sang.
It was like I’d never
seen him. The song wasn’t fast, and yet, the crowd moved with him. His boot
stomp and his odd shout here and there, moved them. Arms went into the air as
they shouted the high notes with him. It sounded like a drinking song of sorts.
The band came in
behind him at the halfway point. The boot stomping got loud and the shouts took
over. Gerry played a weird-looking drum with his hands.
Each member was
covered in sweat and passion. I could taste it in the air.
I got up and left the
bar. The boot stomp and the shouts followed me the entire way from the bar and
onto the street.
My eyes blurred. I’d
drunk too much wine. I needed home.
I picked up my pace. I
was near home when my phone rang. I pulled it out, seeing a weird number. I
answered, wondering if it was Danny.
“Hello?”
“ Where the hell are you ?” It was Lochlan, screaming from the bar.
I walked faster, “I
drank too much. I’m going home.”
“What the fuck, don’t
leave.” It was the second time he’s said that to me.
I laughed, “I have
to.”
“Why?”
“Oh, Lochlan, come on.
I’m out of my league.” I rounded the corner to our house. I started to laugh
harder at the thing I’d just confessed to. I was too drunk and I knew I should
hang up, but I couldn’t stop the things I wanted to say from slipping out. I
walked and shouted, “You want me to want you? Well you win. I want you. I want
you right now. Maybe you should leave that show and come home and show me what
I’m missing, by being the nice girl. I fold. I will give myself to you, freely,
and then move out. Nothing I do is ever going to top you. Nothing is ever going
to compare to you.” I stopped walking, realizing what I was saying. I ran my
hands through my hair. I was hurt and I didn’t even know why, but my words
turned to a whisper. “You’re the real thing. You let me believe you were some
backwater-hillbilly bar singer. You’re a star. You are that incredible and
amazing person you want to be. I am the normal, safe girl. You are fantastical
greatness and I am not.” I whispered, leaning against the brick building. I
caught a glimpse of a guy rounding the corner coming towards me.
He broke his awkward
silence, “Erin, you’re drunk. Jesus, no one puts me on my ass like you do. If
I’m ever going to be great at anything I wan...”
I cut him off, “I
think someone’s following me.”
“Princess, I can’t
hear you, please wait for me. Don’t leave the house. Just stay there and wait
for me.”
I ignored him and
tried to whisper louder, “I think there’s someone coming.” I realized I was
exactly like the idiots on the crime shows. I was such a stereotype it wasn’t
even funny, college girl roaming the city drunk and alone. “Shit.”
His voice
of beer and cleared his throat, as he sat on the stool with his guitar.
“Uh… I just want to
thank you all for coming out. This has been an awesome couple weeks for us here. I’ve been a solo act for a long time and
I just feel really welcomed into the band. So cheers to my new brothers.” The
crowd cheered as he drank a gulp and then held the glass up to the crowd,
“Cheers to y’all out there in the crowd, because Boston has made me feel
welcomed too.” The crowd went wild again as he drank again.
He held his glass out
a final time, “Cheers to my princess from North Dakota.”
The crowd erupted.
They didn’t know why they were cheering. They just ate him up.
I, however, knew.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t feel
anything but my pounding heart.
“Bastard,” I whispered
to myself.
He’d upped the ante,
hard.
The crowd died down
and he started to play.
His fingers moved so
fast my blurry vision couldn’t keep up. When his voice broke out over top of
the guitar, everyone went nuts. The crowd started singing with him. They knew
the song. I’d never heard it before. He started stomping his boot on the stage,
as he played and sang.
It was like I’d never
seen him. The song wasn’t fast, and yet, the crowd moved with him. His boot
stomp and his odd shout here and there, moved them. Arms went into the air as
they shouted the high notes with him. It sounded like a drinking song of sorts.
The band came in
behind him at the halfway point. The boot stomping got loud and the shouts took
over. Gerry played a weird-looking drum with his hands.
Each member was
covered in sweat and passion. I could taste it in the air.
I got up and left the
bar. The boot stomp and the shouts followed me the entire way from the bar and
onto the street.
My eyes blurred. I’d
drunk too much wine. I needed home.
I picked up my pace. I
was near home when my phone rang. I pulled it out, seeing a weird number. I
answered, wondering if it was Danny.
“Hello?”
“ Where the hell are you ?” It was Lochlan, screaming from the bar.
I walked faster, “I
drank too much. I’m going home.”
“What the fuck, don’t
leave.” It was the second time he’s said that to me.
I laughed, “I have
to.”
“Why?”
“Oh, Lochlan, come on.
I’m out of my league.” I rounded the corner to our house. I started to laugh
harder at the thing I’d just confessed to. I was too drunk and I knew I should
hang up, but I couldn’t stop the things I wanted to say from slipping out. I
walked and shouted, “You want me to want you? Well you win. I want you. I want
you right now. Maybe you should leave that show and come home and show me what
I’m missing, by being the nice girl. I fold. I will give myself to you, freely,
and then move out. Nothing I do is ever going to top you. Nothing is ever going
to compare to you.” I stopped walking, realizing what I was saying. I ran my
hands through my hair. I was hurt and I didn’t even know why, but my words
turned to a whisper. “You’re the real thing. You let me believe you were some
backwater-hillbilly bar singer. You’re a star. You are that incredible and
amazing person you want to be. I am the normal, safe girl. You are fantastical
greatness and I am not.” I whispered, leaning against the brick building. I
caught a glimpse of a guy rounding the corner coming towards me.
He broke his awkward
silence, “Erin, you’re drunk. Jesus, no one puts me on my ass like you do. If
I’m ever going to be great at anything I wan...”
I cut him off, “I
think someone’s following me.”
“Princess, I can’t
hear you, please wait for me. Don’t leave the house. Just stay there and wait
for me.”
I ignored him and
tried to whisper louder, “I think there’s someone coming.” I realized I was
exactly like the idiots on the crime shows. I was such a stereotype it wasn’t
even funny, college girl roaming the city drunk and alone. “Shit.”
His voice
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