Damien
I’d been looking forward to this night for the past week. It was Halloween, and finally, when I played at The Stadium Club in Fayetteville. Cadence had given me her word that she would be here tonight.
She’d grown distant again since going home to visit her friends and her mom.
And it bothered me. A lot.
I was eager to see her in person and get a feel for where we stood.
Did she not want to be friends anymore? Was it too much? Being friends was the only option, so I didn’t know what else she would want from me.
And if the option to be more than friends was there… I wouldn’t have the slightest clue whatIwould want.
I had said from the very beginning that I didn’t want to desire her. I didn’t want the connection we had. That electricity sparked something inside me that I never wanted to feel again.
But somehow, I’d gotten beyond that.Rationalizedthat.Since she was in a relationship, I didn’t have to figure that shit out. It didn’t matter what I wanted.
But none of that explained why I was sofuckingpumpedto see her tonight.
As the headliner for tonight’s gig, we had a while before we went on stage. Which made for a long day when you were looking forward to after the show.
Even if Cadence and her friends came early, there was so much I had to do before going on stage that prevented me from seeing her until after, anyway.
Luck was on my side, though. Chaos surrounded us as we set up, making the afternoon speed by. Before I realized it, the first band stepped on stage.
She’d told me they’d planned to arrive around six after everyone got out of work, so before 5:30, I excused myself to the bus to start my warm-ups and change.
Before a show, I had to get into game mode. There was a time and a place for distractions, and before I performed definitely wasn’t it. Even though I wanted nothing more than to seek Cadence out. I wouldn’t. Not yet. It would have to wait.
Still, it killed me to know she was so close.
I put in my headphones and pushed her from my mind, and thankfully, my brain listened for once, leaving me to do what I do best.
Sing.
When I bounded out onto the stage, a strange sense of uneasiness filled me, different from my usual pre-show jitters, and it was all the fault of the gorgeous brunette whose eyesnever left me. I really wanted to make a good impression tonight. After all, Cadence and her friends were here.
“Who’s ready for some rock n’ roll?” I shouted into the mic as Hudson picked up the rhythm.
As we played, the roar of the crowd surrounded me, the nerves faded and I loosened up. I made a mental note to watch Cadence’s eyes and see if at any point they traveled south of the border.
We had joked about her checking out my dick on stage, and now I needed to know exactly when it happened. I wanted to watch her as eyes traveled down my body. After all, I required answers.
Have I mentioned I’m a cocky bastard?
I gripped my microphone tighter as adrenaline spiraled through me and let the music take over my senses.
Closing my eyes, I got lost in the songs.
Our merch table was always the busiest after a set, and tonight was no exception. I felt Cadence’s piercing gaze on me while I spoke with new and old fans.
Unlike the last few times I’d seen her at a gig, she didn’t approach us. Instead, she sat in a secluded booth with her friends, throwing back her head as she laughed.
I enjoyed seeing her smile, even from the corner of my eye. I was learning that she didn’t often allow herself the opportunity to loosen up and relax. So, I was happy to see that, surrounded by her childhood friends, she let her true self out.
“Hey there.” A well-endowed, attractive brunette with fine curves and skin-tight clothes moved next to me. She smiled upat me, her eyes framed by precise liner and fake lashes. “I’m Chell.”
“Damien.”
