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I slammed into the kitchen and the cook barely blinked. Everyone was used to me rushing around and being quiet. Or I guess as Lucy and Amy said, having a stick up my ass. I went into the walk-in freezer and pulled the door almost closed. I walked to the back and leaned my forehead against the cool wall and put my hands up by my head, palms flat against the cold steel.
I had gotten past this nervous feeling around Lucy, until last night. But now I couldn’t turn it back off. But I had to. She would never see me that way and I have to move on.Damnit! Why did this have to start over again? Yeah, I still was attracted to her, but wasn’t desperate for her for a long time now. Then I had to walk her home. She had left the club way more drunk than she was last night and at closing time. Why did I insist on walking her home?
I slammed my fists to the wall and boxes shook on the shelves in the freezer. I took a few deep breaths of the cold air and shook my shoulders before walking back out to the bar.
As I walked across the bar, I saw the bassist sitting with Lucy and Jaz was helping someone, so I walked past her to where they were sitting.
He ordered two of Lucy’s favorite. He probably didn’t even drink Blue Moon. He looked like the hard seltzer type. I popped the bottles open and pushed them across before walking back to the other end of the bar.Jackass.
There was some commotion back down where they were sitting and when I looked that way, she was jumping into his arms and squealing. I felt anger bubbling inside as I watched him pull her close and put his face into the space between her face and her shoulder. But she looked elated with a huge smile. Part of me wanted to go rip him off of her but I fought to quell that urge. Not long after he finally pulled his shitty face away from her, he handed her some papers and left. She got the gig.
Since Emo boy left, I walked back down to her.
“So, congrats. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said. I needed to muster an apology.
“Thanks, I can’t believe it. And hey, thanks for walking me home last night. Sorry if I was mess. I didn’t realize how much I had to drink.”
I was about to apologize, then she turned and watched as the band started their set for the night.
“So, you think it’s a good idea to go down that road?” The planned apology would have been better.Why did I say that?
She whipped her head back and shot out, “I don’t know what you mean but why is any road I take your business exactly?” The sharpness of her voice was a huge contrast to the magical sounds that came out earlier as she sang and cut into my soul. I have once again dug my hole too deep. I slung the towel I was holding over my shoulder and walked away, again.
Give it up, Jason. It’s not happening.
Chapter 6
Lucy
I had been up for a while memorizing the new songs given to me and drinking coffee on the sofa when Amy finally rolled out of bed.
“So, what time do you have to be there today?” She asked through a yawn as she poured a huge mug of coffee.
“Four. We don’t play until six, but they hang out and confirm the song sets and all beforehand. I get to hang in the greenroom!”
“I didn’t even realize there was a greenroom. Where do they even hide it?”
“Honestly, I think it’s an old closet they cleaned out to put the bands in while they wait, but I’ll find out later. I can’t believe I actually got picked!” I sat shaking my head and sipping my coffee and Amy brought hers to the sofa and turned the tv on. I had crammed as much as I could and needed to get some preparation done for tomorrow’s radio show and email it to my boss, so I decided to shower and get that done.
After working for several hours and stopping to have some lunch with Amy at the café next to our complex it was time to start getting ready for tonight.
Amy came to assist and supervise.
“I have buyers’ remorse. I can’t wear this,” I blurted out as I tried to push past Amy to find something else in my closet.
“Stop! You look amazing! Totally punk rocker! I’m telling you everyone will love it.” Amy pushed me back to the bed and went to the closet to grab my boots.
“But it’s a skirt. I’ll be on a stage. Won’t they see my underwear?” My underwear, my ass. All of it. My chest was tight as I stared across the room into the mirror. My breasts were practically hanging out again, too, but at least there were small sleeves on this top. I went from basic jeans and tops to fantasy emo school-girl.
“So, they see it. I’ve seen lots of concerts with the lead singer in skimpy outfits and I’ve never noticed anyone’s panties. It’s totally normal and probably expected. Did the band not give you any direction on what to wear?”
I shook my head. They hadn’t said anything about that and in my excitement I didn’t ask. But they seemed to like my skimpy outfit yesterday so I suppose this would have to do. But I would definitely need to discuss that later and probably go shopping again soon.
When Amy was dressed, we left the safety of the apartment and made the walk to the club. Amy got catcalled all the time, but the comments seemed to be aimed at me today.
“See, I told you folks would love it!”
“Amy, I’m not sure I care if the nineteen-year-old boys that haven’t even filled out yet think I look cute in this outfit.” She rolled her eyes at me and before I knew it, we were at the club.
