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Authors: Abby Reynolds
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set my mic right. It gave me anxiety just thinking about it. When it came to my instruments, I was very possessive. I didn’t like it when people touched them, not even my bandmates. No excuses.
After we were set up , we sat backstage on the moth-eaten couches. The place was dirty, and had a distinct smell of marijuana. No one in our band did drugs or even smoked a cigarette. But we did drink alcohol. And a lot of it.
I drank my ice d tea on the couch while Desi sat beside me. She was humming to herself, warming up her vocal cords. I always stretched my vocals in the bathroom where no one could hear me. I was odd in that way.
Gavin and Mason sat opposite of us. Mason spun a drumstick in his hand then tapped his foot against the floor, practicing in his head. Our lyrics decorated his forearm. I was flattered he ingrained his flesh with some of my song lyrics. They would be forever inked on his arm.
Gavin sat directly across from me, brooding the entire time. I never slapped anyone in my life, but I really wanted to slap him. I never gave him any impression that something would happen between us. But I understood that saying, “Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus.” Made perfect sense now.
Mason spu n his drumstick against the armchair, but shattered it under his accidental force. “Damn.”
“Do you have another?” Desi asked, panic in her eyes.
“I always leave a spare in the car.”
Desi fumbled for her keys in her purse. “Let’s go.”
They both left the couches then bolted out the backdoor to the parking lot.
I was totally alone. With Gavin. Great…
I looked at my hands in my lap then pulled out of my phone, wanting to have something to do. Gavin didn’t move, but he finally looked at me. It was the first time we were alone. And I had a feeling no good would come from it.
Gavin cleared his throat. “So…you like that guy?”
Ugh. Seriously? “Yeah.” What kind of question was that? Obviously, I liked him. Would I let him carry me to my apartment while I slept peacefully in his arms if I didn’t like him? Fucking dumbass.
“What’s the big deal about him? Because he’s rich?”
My annoyance increased tenfold. We’d been playing music together for years, so he knew me pretty damn well. And I definitely didn’t care about money. If I did, I wouldn’t be a musician. “That doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“Then why would you date a psycho that steals your ticket to the play? That sounds pretty creepy.”
“Or insanely romantic.” Now I was trying to piss him off.
Gavin narrowed his eyes, the rage coming through. “So you’re going to screw him all summer then go home like nothing happened?”
I clenched my fists automatically. “Who I fuck is none of your business, Gavin. I’ll fuck as many guys as I want. I don’t owe you anything.”
“I broke up with Brooke for you.”
“For me?” I asked incredulously. “Gavin, I don’t have feelings for you. Period.”
That wounded his pride. I could see the hurt in his eyes. I felt bad for being so blunt.
“I’m sorry…I should have said something when I suspected you were into me.”
Gavin rested his hands on his thighs then stared at his shoes. I had no idea what he was thinking. “It seemed like you were into me.”
“I don’t know what I did to give you that impression, but I’m sorry, I don’t see you that way.”
He rose from his chair then stepped away. “Whatever.”
“Whatever?” Is this guy five years old? “I’m sorry it didn’t work out like you wanted. But that’s not my fault. And you shouldn’t be rude to Cash because of it.”
“He’s a bloody asshole. I’ll be rude to him all I lik e.” He stormed off through the exit.
I sighed and leaned back into the chair. I knew t his would be bad. Having to live with him for the next few months made it even more of a pain in the ass.
Desi and Mason returned, looking concerned.
“What the bloody hell happened?” Mason asked.
“Gavin is
After we were set up , we sat backstage on the moth-eaten couches. The place was dirty, and had a distinct smell of marijuana. No one in our band did drugs or even smoked a cigarette. But we did drink alcohol. And a lot of it.
I drank my ice d tea on the couch while Desi sat beside me. She was humming to herself, warming up her vocal cords. I always stretched my vocals in the bathroom where no one could hear me. I was odd in that way.
Gavin and Mason sat opposite of us. Mason spun a drumstick in his hand then tapped his foot against the floor, practicing in his head. Our lyrics decorated his forearm. I was flattered he ingrained his flesh with some of my song lyrics. They would be forever inked on his arm.
Gavin sat directly across from me, brooding the entire time. I never slapped anyone in my life, but I really wanted to slap him. I never gave him any impression that something would happen between us. But I understood that saying, “Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus.” Made perfect sense now.
Mason spu n his drumstick against the armchair, but shattered it under his accidental force. “Damn.”
“Do you have another?” Desi asked, panic in her eyes.
“I always leave a spare in the car.”
Desi fumbled for her keys in her purse. “Let’s go.”
They both left the couches then bolted out the backdoor to the parking lot.
I was totally alone. With Gavin. Great…
I looked at my hands in my lap then pulled out of my phone, wanting to have something to do. Gavin didn’t move, but he finally looked at me. It was the first time we were alone. And I had a feeling no good would come from it.
Gavin cleared his throat. “So…you like that guy?”
Ugh. Seriously? “Yeah.” What kind of question was that? Obviously, I liked him. Would I let him carry me to my apartment while I slept peacefully in his arms if I didn’t like him? Fucking dumbass.
“What’s the big deal about him? Because he’s rich?”
My annoyance increased tenfold. We’d been playing music together for years, so he knew me pretty damn well. And I definitely didn’t care about money. If I did, I wouldn’t be a musician. “That doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“Then why would you date a psycho that steals your ticket to the play? That sounds pretty creepy.”
“Or insanely romantic.” Now I was trying to piss him off.
Gavin narrowed his eyes, the rage coming through. “So you’re going to screw him all summer then go home like nothing happened?”
I clenched my fists automatically. “Who I fuck is none of your business, Gavin. I’ll fuck as many guys as I want. I don’t owe you anything.”
“I broke up with Brooke for you.”
“For me?” I asked incredulously. “Gavin, I don’t have feelings for you. Period.”
That wounded his pride. I could see the hurt in his eyes. I felt bad for being so blunt.
“I’m sorry…I should have said something when I suspected you were into me.”
Gavin rested his hands on his thighs then stared at his shoes. I had no idea what he was thinking. “It seemed like you were into me.”
“I don’t know what I did to give you that impression, but I’m sorry, I don’t see you that way.”
He rose from his chair then stepped away. “Whatever.”
“Whatever?” Is this guy five years old? “I’m sorry it didn’t work out like you wanted. But that’s not my fault. And you shouldn’t be rude to Cash because of it.”
“He’s a bloody asshole. I’ll be rude to him all I lik e.” He stormed off through the exit.
I sighed and leaned back into the chair. I knew t his would be bad. Having to live with him for the next few months made it even more of a pain in the ass.
Desi and Mason returned, looking concerned.
“What the bloody hell happened?” Mason asked.
“Gavin is
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