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Authors: Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward
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hoping he’d be here tonight to hear my friend’s band. I gave you their CD, remember? You promised he’d take a listen. Do you know if he did?”
Aha! The truth comes out. Beth was using Monica.
Jane wondered if there even was a radio DJ boyfriend. Knowing Monica, Mr. Radio was probably as much a figment of her imagination as so many other things had proven to be.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t spoken to him in a few days. But I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”
“That’s fine. Do you want to go backstage and meet everyone?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not much of a groupie.”
“Come on. They’re great guys. It’ll be fun.” Beth tipped her head toward the back of the bar and the currently empty stage and smiled. “They’re getting ready to go onstage now. I’ll introduce you to them.”
Jane wasn’t buying the let’s-be-friends act. In fact, it was making her a little sick. “No thanks. I think I’ll stay here.”
“You get to drink for free.”
“Then what are you doing buying your own beer?”
“I don’t care much for wine. That’s all those guys drink.” Beth tugged on Jane’s arm. “I’m not going to take no for an answer. Besides, it’ll be fun to hang out during sets when they’re playing. Do you like to dance?”
“Love to.”
“Well, there you go.” Beth looked around again. “That is, unless you’re meeting someone else here tonight.”
“No, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Good! Then you’re mine for tonight.” Full of boundless energy, Beth yanked harder on Jane’s arm until she relented and slid off the stool. Her diet cola in one hand, the other gripped firmly in Beth’s, Jane wound through the crowd toward the rear of the bar. And only after they slipped through a hidden door next to the stage did they find a little bit of elbow room.
“They’re this way.” Beth led Jane down an ugly, dim hallway to a cramped, smoke-filled room full of mangy-looking, rock star wanna-bes and women wearing way too much makeup and too little clothing.
The men clearly appreciated what Jason hadn’t a few nights ago. Every one of their gazes settled first on her boobs before venturing anywhere else. And they took the roundabout, indirect route—down her legs and back up again—to her face.
“Hey, everyone, this is Monica. She’s the one I told you about—the one dating what’s-his-name on WDTL.”
“Cool.” One guy who looked like a throwback to the eighties—big hair bands and grotesquely tight spandex and all—grinned like the cat about to eat the canary. “A hot chick with connections. They’re always welcome. Want to do a line?” He motioned toward a card table in the far corner of the room. Another guy was bent over inhaling white powder off a mirror through a rolled-up dollar bill.
“No thanks. I don’t care for coke…at least not that kind.”
“No problem. Just trying to be hospitable. What about weed? Someone here’s got a joint burning.”
So that’s what I smell. Sure hope I don’t fail my next drug screen just because I’m standing in here inhaling secondhand smoke. She fanned her face with her hand. “No thanks. I’m fine. Really. Beth insisted I come back here and meet everyone and I have so maybe—” With one thing in mind—escape—she turned to find the door.
One of the guys caught her wrist and held her tight. “Sure hope you aren’t planning on going anywhere yet. We haven’t had a chance to get acquainted.”
She tipped her head to look at him.
He was a scary-looking character with hair longer than she’d ever worn, and more Lycra than you’d find in a sporting goods store. His face was pocked with acne scars and, as she glanced down at the hand gripping her tightly, she saw his fingers were stained from smoking. Definitely not her type. Not even close.
“Sorry, gotta go. I’m meeting someone outside. I just remembered.”
“Yeah? Your radio boyfriend?”
“Yes, that’s it. My famous
Aha! The truth comes out. Beth was using Monica.
Jane wondered if there even was a radio DJ boyfriend. Knowing Monica, Mr. Radio was probably as much a figment of her imagination as so many other things had proven to be.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t spoken to him in a few days. But I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”
“That’s fine. Do you want to go backstage and meet everyone?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not much of a groupie.”
“Come on. They’re great guys. It’ll be fun.” Beth tipped her head toward the back of the bar and the currently empty stage and smiled. “They’re getting ready to go onstage now. I’ll introduce you to them.”
Jane wasn’t buying the let’s-be-friends act. In fact, it was making her a little sick. “No thanks. I think I’ll stay here.”
“You get to drink for free.”
“Then what are you doing buying your own beer?”
“I don’t care much for wine. That’s all those guys drink.” Beth tugged on Jane’s arm. “I’m not going to take no for an answer. Besides, it’ll be fun to hang out during sets when they’re playing. Do you like to dance?”
“Love to.”
“Well, there you go.” Beth looked around again. “That is, unless you’re meeting someone else here tonight.”
“No, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Good! Then you’re mine for tonight.” Full of boundless energy, Beth yanked harder on Jane’s arm until she relented and slid off the stool. Her diet cola in one hand, the other gripped firmly in Beth’s, Jane wound through the crowd toward the rear of the bar. And only after they slipped through a hidden door next to the stage did they find a little bit of elbow room.
“They’re this way.” Beth led Jane down an ugly, dim hallway to a cramped, smoke-filled room full of mangy-looking, rock star wanna-bes and women wearing way too much makeup and too little clothing.
The men clearly appreciated what Jason hadn’t a few nights ago. Every one of their gazes settled first on her boobs before venturing anywhere else. And they took the roundabout, indirect route—down her legs and back up again—to her face.
“Hey, everyone, this is Monica. She’s the one I told you about—the one dating what’s-his-name on WDTL.”
“Cool.” One guy who looked like a throwback to the eighties—big hair bands and grotesquely tight spandex and all—grinned like the cat about to eat the canary. “A hot chick with connections. They’re always welcome. Want to do a line?” He motioned toward a card table in the far corner of the room. Another guy was bent over inhaling white powder off a mirror through a rolled-up dollar bill.
“No thanks. I don’t care for coke…at least not that kind.”
“No problem. Just trying to be hospitable. What about weed? Someone here’s got a joint burning.”
So that’s what I smell. Sure hope I don’t fail my next drug screen just because I’m standing in here inhaling secondhand smoke. She fanned her face with her hand. “No thanks. I’m fine. Really. Beth insisted I come back here and meet everyone and I have so maybe—” With one thing in mind—escape—she turned to find the door.
One of the guys caught her wrist and held her tight. “Sure hope you aren’t planning on going anywhere yet. We haven’t had a chance to get acquainted.”
She tipped her head to look at him.
He was a scary-looking character with hair longer than she’d ever worn, and more Lycra than you’d find in a sporting goods store. His face was pocked with acne scars and, as she glanced down at the hand gripping her tightly, she saw his fingers were stained from smoking. Definitely not her type. Not even close.
“Sorry, gotta go. I’m meeting someone outside. I just remembered.”
“Yeah? Your radio boyfriend?”
“Yes, that’s it. My famous
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