Well, that shut us all up.
I watched to see how Summer took that. We were in a band now, so jealousy wasn’t really gonna work. She definitely seemed caught off-guard, at least momentarily.
When she recovered, she said, “Well, by the look of things, I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes.”
“You serious?” Matt asked him.
“Yeah,” Ash said. “I mean, not right this minute. I’m just saying.”
“Ashley Player with a wife…” Summer teased. “What is the world coming to?”
Then Ashley Player’s future wife materialized in her hot-as-fuck blue dress, arm-in-arm with pregnant Katie Mayes, who was arm-in-arm with Dylan’s girlfriend, Amber. They joined us, and Jesse and Dylan weren’t far behind.
The table had a few more rounds as people came and went. The whole time, Danica sat in Ash’s lap. They looked good together. His edgy vibe, and hers all soft and pretty.
Matt was pretty chill, not a lot to say, but Summer kept the drinks and the conversation flowing.
It was a good balance, so far. Good chemistry.
Would still have to see if we could make good music.
I was hopeful, though.
I liked my new band.
And one thing was for sure, we definitely had the look.
It wasn’t just Summer. I knew what I brought to the image department, and honestly, Ash and Matt were as good-looking as I was. I was a cocky bastard, but I could admit that.
Major difference between us, though, was that I was aware of the way chicks looked at me. Like all the fucking time. Whereas Ash and Matt seemed less aware, or maybe less interested.
Myself, I was always scoping the room, always looking for the next sure thing… or whatever next thing caught my interest.
Thing was, right now, nothing was really catching my eye.
So, as the night rolled on, I just sat back… and entertained myself by observing my new bandmates.
As far as I knew, Matt was as single as Summer was. Ash was the only one of us who had a partner, and he seemed devoted to her. And like Summer said, Danica was all about him; from what I could tell, she only had eyes for her man.
This was a very good thing.
Guys—musicians, roadies, security, fans, fucking everyone—would eat her alive once we got on the road if she wasn’t totally sure where her interests lay. And if I’d ever gotten the sense that her interests were… wandering… I’d have no qualms about telling Ash.
Not that I’d enjoy telling him, but I’d have to.
Had already experienced too many wives and girlfriends stirring up drama between band members over that kind of shit.
Never a good scene.
Just one of the reasons I never bothered taking a woman with me on the road. I’d never understood the point of bringing a girlfriend on tour.
Why bother, when there was so much other fun to be had?
Like right now…
It was Saturday night. I really should’ve been looking for someone to fuck, rather than hanging with all these people I couldn’t fuck.
But I really wasn’t in the mood for some random screw anyway.
