Tracks (Rock Bottom)

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His voice is so deep and booming all the time, he doesn’t need to yell. We continue until we make a right and come into the hallway that I recognize. I look behind me and see another steel door and realize that it’s the door by the stage I was carried through the first night. It’s nice to have my bearings straight. We pass the smoke room and I’m thankful to not see prostitute pixie or bottle blonde in there, but there are a few younger people standing around, listening to music and smoking cigarettes. Some are pretty girls that are scantily clad. The butterflies in my stomach stop and are replaced by jealous knots.
    We finally reach the wooden door to Jeremy’s dressing room and Rich knocks loudly. I hear a smooth melody answer, “Come in!” Rich opens the door and puts his hand on my lower back, basically pushing me in. I stumble a bit and Rich closes the door behind me.
    I see Jeremy draped on the couch. Beer bottles clutter the white desk with the mirror and the coffee table. I assume he had some people in here last night. The knots tighten and make me want to throw up, remembering the kind of activities he likes to enjoy with certain females.
    I finally look directly at Jeremy and everything in my body turns to butter. I tingle with electricity. He looks astonishing. It’s a hot day, and he has a sheen of sweat covering his body. His tight white T-shirt clings to his muscular chest. His dark jeans are again hanging low on his hips, exposing his hip bones. He’s barefoot and sleeveless, so casual yet he makes it look so elegant and beautiful. He has his signature grey guitar on his lap and a cigarette hanging from his gorgeous pink lips. He’s clean shaven today, which kind of disappoints me. I loved the way his face felt when it grazed against mine. I imagine for only a moment the way his stubble would feel against my inner thighs…
    “Hi!” I say, quickly. He smiles around his cigarette and lets go of the neck of his guitar to remove it from his mouth.
    “Dylan,” he says, in what I now consider to be his usual greeting. He sits up straight and motions me to sit beside him.
    I take a seat, but this time I’m a little more relaxed being close to him. I don’t feel the need to sit almost on the arm rest. The leather feel s familiar against my skin. I like feeling familiar in his space.
    “It’s fitting you should be here. I’d like to start fresh in this place,” he says, with a serious look.
    “My reaction was uncalled for,” I said, even though I’m not sure I agree with that. I’m just in such a good mood. “I had no right to be upset.”
    He smiles a wry smile and takes another drag on his cigarette. His eyebrow goes up like he knows I don’t believe a word I’m saying. I continue talking to distract him. “Where are your, um, friends today? Or do they only come after?” I start to feel a little bit of the burning again in the pit of my stomach.
    He laughs a little. “I got rid of them. They won’t be around anymore.”
    I give him a confused look. It seemed like he liked them an awful lot. “Why? Seems like you were buddy buddy…” The burning builds. I feel my face being to scowl.
    He sighs as he strums a few cords on his guitar softly, the cigarette hanging from his lips. The sound is beautiful from that beautiful guitar. I don’t know instruments but I know that guitar is special. He pulls the cigarette from his lips and lets some smoke escape slowly. Watching him blow that smoke out of his mouth is so sexy, the tingling in my groin goes from zero to sixty.
    “I got rid of them because I knew they would upset you. And since they don’t really matter to me and you matter to me a great deal, I got rid of them.”
    His eyes bore into me as he continues to strum his guitar. He doesn’t even need to look at it to play. I absorb his message. He cares about me, which is good. However, he doesn’t care about two girls he was obviously intimately involved with, which is not so

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