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After talking to some of the guys backstage, I decide to stay and have one drink. I haven’t had one since the shit show that was my brother’s bachelor party and honestly, I could use something to take the edge off.
Exiting out the side doors, I slip into the main hall and head directly for the bar. A few people stop me to congratulate me on a great show, while a few others insist I get a picture with them. I smile and nod as graciously as I can, and while they seem to buy every second of it, it feels so fake I can barely stand myself.
I’ve almost reached the bar when a familiar voice washes over me from behind.
“What the fuck?” I turn just in time to see Aaron close in on me. “I didn’t know you were playing here tonight.” He shoves at my shoulder.
“It was a last-minute thing. What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, knowing this isn’t his usual scene.
“I came with Henna and one of her friends.”
“Who?” I question.
“Henna. You know, the girl with the long black hair. The one you were talking to last week atPulsations?”
“The one who was trying to get me to fuck her friend?” I question. “Yeah, I remember.”
“She what?” He chokes out a laugh.
“Never mind. I didn’t know you liked Alternative music.”
“It’s okay. I’m not really here for the music.” He smirks.
“I see.” I bite back a laugh.
“You sounded amazing up there, by the way. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen you play.”
“Probably since I was a teenager.”
“Probably. Maybe you should tell me when you have a gig and I can come see you more often. You’re pretty fucking talented.”
“Thanks.” I nod, thinking this might be the first time any of my brothers have actually acknowledged my talent. Normally, it’s them lecturing me on getting arealjob and doing something with my life. It’s hard to explain to someone who is blind to the arts, what it does for a person. Music is my outlet. Music is the one thing that sets me free. Music is about the only thing keeping me standing upright and still functioning most days.
“Abel,” a female voice says seconds before Henna steps up next to my brother. “Oh my god, you were incredible up there. I had no idea you were a musician.” She addresses me like we’re old friends.
“Yep.” I rock back on my heels.
“Wasn’t he amazing, Peyton?” I turn to see who she’s speaking to. It’s the girl who spilled my drink at the bar last weekend.
“Really good,” she agrees, sliding up next to her friend. “Hi.” She waves awkwardly at me. “Remember me? We weren’t formally introduced but I’m Peyton.”
“Peyton, how could I forget? Thanks to you I went to bed smelling like scotch.” I manage to keep a straight face even though I’m totally just messing with her.
“Yeah, um, I’m sorry about that...again.” She laughs, much more timid than the last time I saw her. Hell, if I had to guess I’d say she’s downright nervous. The thought ignites a tiny fire in the pit of my stomach, but I quickly extinguish it.
Even though I try to keep my eyes on hers, I can’t stop myself from taking a moment to drink her in. Her blue eyes, her small nose, her full lips covered in a light layer of clear gloss. Her blonde hair is wavy, falling just past her shoulders, and she’s wearing a black, sleeveless tank, tight ripped jeans, and black heels. The entire look suits her well.
She really is a beautiful girl. Someone I definitely would have went forbefore...
I quickly shake the thought away.
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It was a... rough night,” I offer her a smile which she instantly returns.
“Yeah, it was kind of a hot mess.”
“I think shit show is the phrase you’re looking for.” I turn my gaze back to my brother. “I was just heading to the bar to grab a drink. You guys wanna join me? Rob owes me some free drinks.”
“Free drinks?” Henna is the first to respond. “You don’t have to twist my arm.” She grabs my brother’s hand and pulls him toward the bar.
