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off the
opposite side and began to put away the gear as the change over began. As our
stuff came in, we packed it away into their hard cases ready for tomorrow. We
had to be up early for a flight to Brisbane and everything had to be secure and
ready to go.
The bar stayed open after most of the
punters had left - a few stragglers and the rest of the bands hung around
talking to fans and each other. I helped Simone clear the merch table and pack the remains of our stuff away.
"You guys killed it tonight,"
she said, bright and happy. "We made a bunch off merch ,
too. Almost everything I brought in is gone."
"Really?" I said, surprised.
"That's awesome."
"There'll be like fifty hot
looking guys out there with Devil's Tattoo t-shirts tomorrow."
"Ha," I laughed.
"Oh, hey," Simone exclaimed
when a guy stepped behind the table. "This is Dean, the Stabs' manger and merch table bitch."
"Hey," he exclaimed with a
grin and held out his hand to me. "Zoe, right?"
"Yeah," I said and took his
hand and shook. Appropriately, he wore a Stabs shirt and scuffed up jeans and
he sported a full beard that made him look a little rough around the edges.
"You guys were fantastic," he
said. "You gave the boys a run for their money, I tell ya .
A girl like you playin ' rock like that?" He let
out a slow whistle.
My default response was to blush.
"She doesn't see it," Simone
told him.
"Rule number one of owning that
stage, Zoe, is to work everything you've got. A girl like you in a boys club
like this is dy - na -mite."
I laughed and scratched my head.
"Okay. Advice noted." I pointed to the boxes of t-shirts. "Do
you need help with this?"
"Hell no," Dean nudged me
towards the bar. "Go and party a little. You earn't it tonight."
Instantly, I'm accosted by a couple of
guys who tell me how much they loved the gig and how much they like Walls .
I shied away a little, but they weren't over the top about it and it made me
feel a little warm inside that something I wrote spoke to them. I'm nervous
enough that I looked around while I listened politely and I couldn't help but
curl my lip up in disgust when I caught sight of Will Strickland in full
man-whore mode. He was leaning up against the bar, talking to a pretty girl.
She was tall and willowy with long brown hair and was wearing short shorts with
boots and a tiny little cut up t-shirt. The kind of pretty
that I'm not. He was standing too close and even though the music isn't
up very loud, he leant in to hear everything she was saying like it's an excuse
to press into her. When his hand settled on her hip, I bit back an annoyed hiss
that had been working its way up my trachea along with a pile of vomit.
Why the hell should I be jealous? I was
nothing like this girl, and I was obviously not Will's type at all. Not even
close. But something had snapped inside of me and this crush I had on him
obviously ran deeper than I thought.
I'd only spoken a handful of words with
him and this was my reaction? I was going mad and it was only day bloody one.
Dee sidled up to me as the guys I was
speaking with moved off. He saw the look of rage plastered on my face and
looked over to where I was firing death glares and patted me on the shoulder.
"You know," he said. "At
first I thought they asked for us because of you."
"They didn't."
"Looking at that," he nodded
towards Will, "I reckon I was wrong. They want to ride on our
popularity."
"Dee."
"Player," he drawled and I
knew he was a little drunk.
I took his drink away and said,
"We've gotta get up early tomorrow for the
airport and I'm not going to nurse your hangover or your attitude."
"Zoe, don't be cranky."
"You created this monster, so I'll
do what I want, thanks."
"Frankenstein," he mumbled
and pulled me in for a hug.
"Frankenstein was the doctor. I
assume you're calling me a monster?"
"You're hurting my head, Zo Zo ."
"So, if I'm Frankenstein's
monster, who does that make you?"
" God ."
"If you're going to smite someone, God , smite Will
opposite side and began to put away the gear as the change over began. As our
stuff came in, we packed it away into their hard cases ready for tomorrow. We
had to be up early for a flight to Brisbane and everything had to be secure and
ready to go.
The bar stayed open after most of the
punters had left - a few stragglers and the rest of the bands hung around
talking to fans and each other. I helped Simone clear the merch table and pack the remains of our stuff away.
"You guys killed it tonight,"
she said, bright and happy. "We made a bunch off merch ,
too. Almost everything I brought in is gone."
"Really?" I said, surprised.
"That's awesome."
"There'll be like fifty hot
looking guys out there with Devil's Tattoo t-shirts tomorrow."
"Ha," I laughed.
"Oh, hey," Simone exclaimed
when a guy stepped behind the table. "This is Dean, the Stabs' manger and merch table bitch."
"Hey," he exclaimed with a
grin and held out his hand to me. "Zoe, right?"
"Yeah," I said and took his
hand and shook. Appropriately, he wore a Stabs shirt and scuffed up jeans and
he sported a full beard that made him look a little rough around the edges.
"You guys were fantastic," he
said. "You gave the boys a run for their money, I tell ya .
A girl like you playin ' rock like that?" He let
out a slow whistle.
My default response was to blush.
"She doesn't see it," Simone
told him.
"Rule number one of owning that
stage, Zoe, is to work everything you've got. A girl like you in a boys club
like this is dy - na -mite."
I laughed and scratched my head.
"Okay. Advice noted." I pointed to the boxes of t-shirts. "Do
you need help with this?"
"Hell no," Dean nudged me
towards the bar. "Go and party a little. You earn't it tonight."
Instantly, I'm accosted by a couple of
guys who tell me how much they loved the gig and how much they like Walls .
I shied away a little, but they weren't over the top about it and it made me
feel a little warm inside that something I wrote spoke to them. I'm nervous
enough that I looked around while I listened politely and I couldn't help but
curl my lip up in disgust when I caught sight of Will Strickland in full
man-whore mode. He was leaning up against the bar, talking to a pretty girl.
She was tall and willowy with long brown hair and was wearing short shorts with
boots and a tiny little cut up t-shirt. The kind of pretty
that I'm not. He was standing too close and even though the music isn't
up very loud, he leant in to hear everything she was saying like it's an excuse
to press into her. When his hand settled on her hip, I bit back an annoyed hiss
that had been working its way up my trachea along with a pile of vomit.
Why the hell should I be jealous? I was
nothing like this girl, and I was obviously not Will's type at all. Not even
close. But something had snapped inside of me and this crush I had on him
obviously ran deeper than I thought.
I'd only spoken a handful of words with
him and this was my reaction? I was going mad and it was only day bloody one.
Dee sidled up to me as the guys I was
speaking with moved off. He saw the look of rage plastered on my face and
looked over to where I was firing death glares and patted me on the shoulder.
"You know," he said. "At
first I thought they asked for us because of you."
"They didn't."
"Looking at that," he nodded
towards Will, "I reckon I was wrong. They want to ride on our
popularity."
"Dee."
"Player," he drawled and I
knew he was a little drunk.
I took his drink away and said,
"We've gotta get up early tomorrow for the
airport and I'm not going to nurse your hangover or your attitude."
"Zoe, don't be cranky."
"You created this monster, so I'll
do what I want, thanks."
"Frankenstein," he mumbled
and pulled me in for a hug.
"Frankenstein was the doctor. I
assume you're calling me a monster?"
"You're hurting my head, Zo Zo ."
"So, if I'm Frankenstein's
monster, who does that make you?"
" God ."
"If you're going to smite someone, God , smite Will
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