“Right? You get it.” I stumble a little, bumping into Devon. “It was a ladybug. Red with black polka dots… well, you know what a ladybug looks like, I’m sure.”
He laughs some more, and Becca is wiping tears from her eyes.
“Ok girls, let’s get you back to the stage to watch some more of the guys’ performance. And if I were you, Alex, I’d listen to the songs closely. I think you’d be pretty surprised at what you hear.”
Yeah, that’s what made me run back here to begin with.
Chapter 13
Connor - Naked Chicks in the Bathroom and Finally Coming Home
“Great show guys,” I tell the rest of the band as we wait just off the side of the stage, listening to the crowd cheer for us. “Sorry I fucked with the set list so much. I guess I’m just feeling off because my family is fucked.” I don’t really feel like telling them the real reason I changed things. Saying that I thought I saw Alex in the crowd sounds stupid even when I just say it in my head.
“Yeah, that was pretty fucked up dude.” Of course. It’s Ryder giving me shit. “If I wasn’t so amazing it would have been hard to adjust. Good thing I’m the god of guitar that I am or-”
“Fuck off, Ryder,” Johnny interrupts. “We all handled it fine. Plus, it was kind of fun to wing it. A little spontaneity for a change.” He turns to look at me. “Don’t worry about it Connor, we all have off days. It was an interesting way to finish the tour at least.”
We all take another minute to take in the roar of the crowd; it’s nearly deafening. I haven’t been timing it, but it feels like it’s been five minutes of cheering at least.
“Well? Should we go out and do a couple more songs?” I ask.
“Yes, definitely. But I’m picking the songs this time. And I’m not telling you what they are until we start playing. Let’s go!” Ryder runs back onto the stage, leaving the rest of us just standing there.
“Well fuck,” Travis says. “I guess we’d better go out before he makes an ass of himself.”
* * *
It’s time to get these meet and greets over with, but first I need to take a piss. Too many drinks before the show, I guess. I let the guys go into the dressing room without me while I detour down the hall to the bathroom. I open the door, and I’m just about to walk in when I see her. Fuck, how did she get in here?
“Hello sweetheart, what are you doing in here?”
“I was waiting for you, honey.” she says, licking her lips while giving me over the top ‘fuck me’ vibes. She’s standing there topless and pushing her obviously fake tits together, making a ridiculous duck face pout at me. A shudder runs up my spine.
“Is that so,” she’s completely drunk and not at all my type. Way too much makeup and way too few clothes. “And what’s your name, sweetie?”
“It’s Sasha, silly.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” There’s something a little off about her, but it doesn’t hurt me to be friendly right now. “Devon?” I yell down the hall, hoping like hell he’s nearby. The big guy comes running from the dressing room where everyone else is.
“Yeah, buddy?” he asks. “Hey, I’m just security. I’m not going to help you shake.” Hilarious.
“Yeah, good one.” I open the bathroom door the rest of the way, motioning for the already topless groupie to come out. “Can you please escort the lovely Sasha here back to the lobby? She seems to have gotten lost backstage.”
I grab a shirt from the bathroom counter, clearly hers, and slip it over her head. As she pushes her arms through, I take her hand and pass her to Devon.
From the look on her face, I don’t think she expected that I would have her escorted from the lobby. It’s like these chicks haven’t heard that I’m no longer in the groupie fucking game. Either that or they think they’re going to change my mind and make me fall in love with them or something. I’ve seen way too many tits for that to work, doll.
“Oh yeah, sure thing, Connor.” Devon smiles at the woman. After all, we still need to be polite to the fans, even if they have no sense of boundaries. “If you’ll come with me, Sasha? I can have one of my team show you the way back to the lobby.” He takes her elbow, firmly but gently, and leads her away from me.
“But, baby,” she whines to me as Devon walks away with her. “When will I see you?”
“Make sure she makes it home alright, Devon. She seems a little out of it.”
“You got it, man. And Connor?” Devon calls out to me. “Don’t go into the meet and greets until I get back, ok? I need to tell you about something first.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I call out as I’m closing the door. Will these people just let me piss already?
After I’m done in the bathroom, I go into the dressing room without bothering to wait for Devon. I just want to get the meet and greets over as quickly as possible. I’m not interested in waiting around for anything he needs to say.
