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Authors: Allie Juliette Mousseau
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want to jam AC/DC at a gig.”
“Then you better practice.”
“Shit, I could play ‘Thunderstruck’ in my sleep.”
“Alright, talk to you later.”
“Bye, bro.” Will hung up.
My car! I ran my fingers over the chrome detailing. I couldn’t believe I’d left her here overnight in the student parking lot. I had never done anything that stupid to her before. I thought of Jolie. I’d really had no choice.
I went to my apartment and changed into gig clothes. I pulled on my Rolling Stones t-shirt and my favorite blue denim jeans with the knees blown out. I was about to put back on my Vans when I realized Ms. Jolie had christened them as well.
How did that not bother me in the least? These were my favorite shoes.
I started to smile. Poor thing, she was so embarrassed. I liked her, she was real. I could buy a new pair of shoes if these didn’t come clean.
It was good not to worry about money. With a father and mother who owned almost all of the Bakken Oil Field not to mention a whole lot more, I’d come from privilege. The good thing though, was that my parents didn’t act like it. I had plowing jobs in the winter, and Will and I even had a lawn cutting business during the summer months. Our parents taught us the value of hard work and somehow kept us grounded.
I laughed. Okay I wasn’t always grounded, but I wasn’t a spoiled, rich kid prick either. My dad would have beaten my ass if I were.
I tied on my black Chucks, adjusted my leather and studded wrist bands and watch and wondered how Jolie was holding up. I really hated how she’d just run out of the restaurant, but I knew better than to go after her. She wanted her space. That might be the only thing I really knew about her. I’d seen the storms crossing her clear blue eyes like darkening skies.
I really had to leave for the gig, but I couldn’t help myself, I had to text her.
Hey there, Jolie. My set starts at eight. The Highline on Broadway Ave East. Drinks are on me.
Send.
That was the best I could do. Well, the best I could do was go get her ass and throw her in my car. She was still my professor so that wasn’t about to fly.
Fuck me. Any other woman would have been totally thrilled by me doing something like that. But Jolie wasn’t any woman.
My phone buzzed with an incoming text.
My heart slammed and a smile crossed my face. Jolie?
I looked at my messages.
What is taking your crazy ass so long?!
Lucas—the drummer. I looked at the time. Fuck! It was close to sound check.
On my way! I shot back.
I grabbed my leather and my Gibson and headed the hell out!
Lucas, Zach and Noah had already gotten everything set up on stage and, since I was walking in ten minutes before show time, I prepared myself for the shit storm that was about to fly.
“Logan’s pissing fire, man,” Lucas laughed as he drummed out the classic joke punch line.
“Where is he?” I asked, pulling my guitar out of the case to do a quick tuning job.
“Up there talking to the sound and light techs.” Noah indicated with his eyes. “He’ll get over it.” He turned toward Lucas to get his bass jamming with the drums.
Zach chimed in, “Where the fuck were you anyway? And your lame ass excuse of, ‘I think I’m coming down with a flu’”—he burned a Van Halen riff up the neck of his guitar—“is a load of whale shit, and you know it.”
I smiled. They all loved giving me hell. “You’re all just pissed ’cause you know I’m better looking.”
“Speaking of better looking,” Lucas said, “there’s a table stage right with five gorgeous sets of tits.”
“I get the Chinese girl with the long hair. Damn, she’s fucking fine!” Zach said.
“She might not even like you, dude.” Noah grinned.
“What? You think she’ll like you better?” Zach asked. “Put your money where your mouth is.”
“Fucking fine. I’ll bet you twenty,” Noah chided.
“You’re on,” Zach said confidently.
“She’s
“Then you better practice.”
“Shit, I could play ‘Thunderstruck’ in my sleep.”
“Alright, talk to you later.”
“Bye, bro.” Will hung up.
My car! I ran my fingers over the chrome detailing. I couldn’t believe I’d left her here overnight in the student parking lot. I had never done anything that stupid to her before. I thought of Jolie. I’d really had no choice.
I went to my apartment and changed into gig clothes. I pulled on my Rolling Stones t-shirt and my favorite blue denim jeans with the knees blown out. I was about to put back on my Vans when I realized Ms. Jolie had christened them as well.
How did that not bother me in the least? These were my favorite shoes.
I started to smile. Poor thing, she was so embarrassed. I liked her, she was real. I could buy a new pair of shoes if these didn’t come clean.
It was good not to worry about money. With a father and mother who owned almost all of the Bakken Oil Field not to mention a whole lot more, I’d come from privilege. The good thing though, was that my parents didn’t act like it. I had plowing jobs in the winter, and Will and I even had a lawn cutting business during the summer months. Our parents taught us the value of hard work and somehow kept us grounded.
I laughed. Okay I wasn’t always grounded, but I wasn’t a spoiled, rich kid prick either. My dad would have beaten my ass if I were.
I tied on my black Chucks, adjusted my leather and studded wrist bands and watch and wondered how Jolie was holding up. I really hated how she’d just run out of the restaurant, but I knew better than to go after her. She wanted her space. That might be the only thing I really knew about her. I’d seen the storms crossing her clear blue eyes like darkening skies.
I really had to leave for the gig, but I couldn’t help myself, I had to text her.
Hey there, Jolie. My set starts at eight. The Highline on Broadway Ave East. Drinks are on me.
Send.
That was the best I could do. Well, the best I could do was go get her ass and throw her in my car. She was still my professor so that wasn’t about to fly.
Fuck me. Any other woman would have been totally thrilled by me doing something like that. But Jolie wasn’t any woman.
My phone buzzed with an incoming text.
My heart slammed and a smile crossed my face. Jolie?
I looked at my messages.
What is taking your crazy ass so long?!
Lucas—the drummer. I looked at the time. Fuck! It was close to sound check.
On my way! I shot back.
I grabbed my leather and my Gibson and headed the hell out!
Lucas, Zach and Noah had already gotten everything set up on stage and, since I was walking in ten minutes before show time, I prepared myself for the shit storm that was about to fly.
“Logan’s pissing fire, man,” Lucas laughed as he drummed out the classic joke punch line.
“Where is he?” I asked, pulling my guitar out of the case to do a quick tuning job.
“Up there talking to the sound and light techs.” Noah indicated with his eyes. “He’ll get over it.” He turned toward Lucas to get his bass jamming with the drums.
Zach chimed in, “Where the fuck were you anyway? And your lame ass excuse of, ‘I think I’m coming down with a flu’”—he burned a Van Halen riff up the neck of his guitar—“is a load of whale shit, and you know it.”
I smiled. They all loved giving me hell. “You’re all just pissed ’cause you know I’m better looking.”
“Speaking of better looking,” Lucas said, “there’s a table stage right with five gorgeous sets of tits.”
“I get the Chinese girl with the long hair. Damn, she’s fucking fine!” Zach said.
“She might not even like you, dude.” Noah grinned.
“What? You think she’ll like you better?” Zach asked. “Put your money where your mouth is.”
“Fucking fine. I’ll bet you twenty,” Noah chided.
“You’re on,” Zach said confidently.
“She’s
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