“Yeah, okay,” I say and flip the sheet music on the floor until I find the right page.I look through it quickly, refreshing my memory.I haven’t played this song in a long time.
“Stand over here next to me,” Bayleigh says as she removes the mic from the stand.
She counts me in, and I strum the opening chords before she joins me.It feels like old times, just the two of us making music together.I steal a glance at her, and my heart skips a beat.We finish the song and our bandmates clap in approval.
“I messed up a few times.Can we run it again?”I ask, wanting to make it perfect for her.
“Sure.”She turns to our bandmates.“Y’all can call it a night.We’ll practice this some more.See you tomorrow.”
They all say goodnight and leave and then it’s just the two of us on stage.
“I think we should sit on stools for this one.What do you think?”she suggests.
“Whatever you want,” I reply, grabbing two stools from side stage and bringing them over.
Sitting so closely next to each other on stage feels intimate.We play through the song a few more times, growing better with each rendition until she finally smiles at me.“That was really good.”
“It was, yeah.”I smile back at her, seeing a glimpse of the young Bayleigh peeking out from behind her solidly built up walls.
“This has always been one of my favorites,” she says.“It was written just for me.”
“It’s perfect for you.It really showcases your voice,” I agree.“Do you still write?”
I immediately regret asking because her eyes darken and it’s as though her walls go right back up.
She shakes her head.“I don’t do that anymore.”
“What about that song we wrote?What was it called?”I scratch my chin, lost in the memory of us sitting on her front porch, making up lyrics.
“I can’t remember.It was a long time ago.”She stands and puts her microphone back in its stand.
I can tell I’ve hit a nerve, and I don’t want to upset her.Glancing at my phone, I say, “It’s almost eight.Are you hungry?Want to grab some dinner?”
She looks at me, perhaps thinking for a moment.“Kelly usually takes care of meals.I don’t know where she is.”
“Probably off with Frankie.”I chuckle.“Looks like they’ve hit it off.”
A huge grin spreads across her face.“Yes, they definitely have.”
I narrow my eyes at her.“What do you know?”
She pauses before leaning in closer to me.“I saw them together this morning.”
Confused, I frown.
She continues, in a quiet voice, “They were having sex in the back room.”
My jaw drops.“What?Did you interrupt them?”
She giggles, and that beautiful sound fills the air around us.“No, they didn’t see me.But I saw them.”
We both laugh together and I imagine her watching from the shadows as they touched, kissed, and fucked hard.
“At least someone’s getting some!”She laughs.Before I can come up with a response, she gestures towards the exit.“Come on, let’s eat.”
“Yep, I’m starving,” I agree as we walk off stage.
But now I am hungry for more than just food.I wonder what she did when she saw them.Did she watch?Did she fantasize about it being her?My cock twitches, and I tell myself to stop thinking about it.This is not the time or place for those thoughts.I’ll save them for later when I’m alone in bed, wishing she was with me.
