herself—black tee shirt, jeans, and a crappy pair of sandals that would likely get her feet trampled—she felt way out of place.
The guy walked her through the crowd, past the checkpoints and down to the orchestra section of the venue. He told her he’d find her at the end of Just Breathe’s performance and take her backstage. With a gulp, she nodded, and he disappeared into the crowd.
Good God. The place was huge. Had to be close to 10,000 people here, which was a far cry from Shaggy’s in Hervey Bay, where she’d first laid eyes on Gavin.
Although Just Breathe was the opening act, the girls around her squealed about Gavin’s latest magazine covers, interviews with him on YouTube, and the band’s upcoming album. There was a lot of debate about who he was dating. He’d been photographed lately with several different women.
So, Gavin really was a certifiable rock star. Yee haw.
The stage housed a JumboTron, blinding lights, and a Just Breathe banner hanging from rafters behind the drum kit. People were packed elbow to elbow into the orchestra section, and the nosebleed seats above had filled in.
When the lights dimmed, Zoe checked her watch. Already half past nine. The announcer took the mic to introduce the band, and the air in the place turned steamy as smoke machines coughed thick white clouds onto the stage.
The groupies went bat guano loco.
A guitar pierced through the screams, and the drums and bass kicked in. Zoe shuddered as stage lights rose like a dawning blue sun behind Mr. Perfect from her dreams.
Wearing torn and faded jeans and a black button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up, Gavin stood center stage on the JumboTron. One combat-booted foot balanced on a speaker monitor as he slashed out guitar chords. With wild black hair sprouting every which-way, tattoos slithering down his forearms to the wrists, and silver glinting from both ears and his bottom lip, he was a rock god.
Hands worked the strings and frets on the guitar, and his mouth hovered over the mic as if trying to pull an orgasm from it.
Teasing lips, barely parted
Hovered like butterfly wings
Without a care, you got me started
Pulling my breath with puppet strings
Then you left me wondering about us
The kiss that never was…
Your haunting lips
Like a fleeting memory
Just take it from me
After you left
I thought I was free
But a piece of you
Is stuck inside me
Jesus Christ. He really had written a song about her.
No wonder the girls were crazy for him. His dark, melodic voice alternating with hardcore screams, the way his muscles rolled behind the guitar like he was ready to take the entire crowd to bed with him…yeah.
The music and the palpable excitement sent her back to forgotten teenage years when she’d pined for the beautiful rock stars adorning her bedroom walls and dreamed of one day meeting them.
Looked like that day had finally come. Only fifteen years late.
* * * *
Anxious to get to his muse after the show, Gavin yanked the strap off his shoulder and shoved his guitar into the tech’s waiting hands. He grabbed a bottle of water and slugged some down, then shook his wet hair out with his free hand.
Mike fell in step on his left, grinning from ear to ear. Green eyes bright, he toweled the back of his neck. A mess of blond dreadlocks clung to his bare shoulders. “Brilliant gig, mate.”
“Yeah, it was.” Gavin smiled. Their other band mates, Trevor and Kaden, followed close behind, and they all made their way backstage, punching each other and laughing.
Only one thing would make this night perfect, and he hoped like hell she was waiting for him somewhere behind the door he opened. His Dreamsense had picked up the thread of Zoe’s song in the crowd, but he hadn’t been able to see her through the blinding stage lights and the sea of faces. As soon as he finished the meet-and-greet with the fans, he’d take his muse to the hotel for some one-on-one. Finally.
Walking into the green room, Gavin
The guy walked her through the crowd, past the checkpoints and down to the orchestra section of the venue. He told her he’d find her at the end of Just Breathe’s performance and take her backstage. With a gulp, she nodded, and he disappeared into the crowd.
Good God. The place was huge. Had to be close to 10,000 people here, which was a far cry from Shaggy’s in Hervey Bay, where she’d first laid eyes on Gavin.
Although Just Breathe was the opening act, the girls around her squealed about Gavin’s latest magazine covers, interviews with him on YouTube, and the band’s upcoming album. There was a lot of debate about who he was dating. He’d been photographed lately with several different women.
So, Gavin really was a certifiable rock star. Yee haw.
The stage housed a JumboTron, blinding lights, and a Just Breathe banner hanging from rafters behind the drum kit. People were packed elbow to elbow into the orchestra section, and the nosebleed seats above had filled in.
When the lights dimmed, Zoe checked her watch. Already half past nine. The announcer took the mic to introduce the band, and the air in the place turned steamy as smoke machines coughed thick white clouds onto the stage.
The groupies went bat guano loco.
A guitar pierced through the screams, and the drums and bass kicked in. Zoe shuddered as stage lights rose like a dawning blue sun behind Mr. Perfect from her dreams.
Wearing torn and faded jeans and a black button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up, Gavin stood center stage on the JumboTron. One combat-booted foot balanced on a speaker monitor as he slashed out guitar chords. With wild black hair sprouting every which-way, tattoos slithering down his forearms to the wrists, and silver glinting from both ears and his bottom lip, he was a rock god.
Hands worked the strings and frets on the guitar, and his mouth hovered over the mic as if trying to pull an orgasm from it.
Teasing lips, barely parted
Hovered like butterfly wings
Without a care, you got me started
Pulling my breath with puppet strings
Then you left me wondering about us
The kiss that never was…
Your haunting lips
Like a fleeting memory
Just take it from me
After you left
I thought I was free
But a piece of you
Is stuck inside me
Jesus Christ. He really had written a song about her.
No wonder the girls were crazy for him. His dark, melodic voice alternating with hardcore screams, the way his muscles rolled behind the guitar like he was ready to take the entire crowd to bed with him…yeah.
The music and the palpable excitement sent her back to forgotten teenage years when she’d pined for the beautiful rock stars adorning her bedroom walls and dreamed of one day meeting them.
Looked like that day had finally come. Only fifteen years late.
* * * *
Anxious to get to his muse after the show, Gavin yanked the strap off his shoulder and shoved his guitar into the tech’s waiting hands. He grabbed a bottle of water and slugged some down, then shook his wet hair out with his free hand.
Mike fell in step on his left, grinning from ear to ear. Green eyes bright, he toweled the back of his neck. A mess of blond dreadlocks clung to his bare shoulders. “Brilliant gig, mate.”
“Yeah, it was.” Gavin smiled. Their other band mates, Trevor and Kaden, followed close behind, and they all made their way backstage, punching each other and laughing.
Only one thing would make this night perfect, and he hoped like hell she was waiting for him somewhere behind the door he opened. His Dreamsense had picked up the thread of Zoe’s song in the crowd, but he hadn’t been able to see her through the blinding stage lights and the sea of faces. As soon as he finished the meet-and-greet with the fans, he’d take his muse to the hotel for some one-on-one. Finally.
Walking into the green room, Gavin
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