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The girls my bandmates brought along watch me intently, and I can feel Alissa getting jealous. She sends them dirty looks which they ignore. When the song ends, her hands rub my back, then tangle in my hair, and stroke my leg all while sending me teasing looks. I don’t like her feeling jealous, but I do like all the attention I get when it happens.
We play “Don’t Fear the Reaper”by Blue Oyster Cult, and then lead into “Rock and Roll All Night”by Kiss. The three girls with the band members get up and dance seductively. I try to keep my eyes off them — it’s not like I’m checking them out — but three girls rubbing on each other is hard to ignore. I stare down at my guitar while I play and sing. My eyes drift up, and I notice the dirty looks Alissa is shooting my way.
When the song’s over, I’m damn near sweating from my nerves being through the roof. I don’t want to argue with her. She should know how I feel about her by now. It’s not like I’m checking out the girls to pick which one I want for the night. They’re just something to watch.
“Anyone want to pick a song?” I ask.
“Play “Call Me” by Blondie,” Alissa says.
I laugh. “I don’t think I can do Blondie justice, babe.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs. “Not for you to sing. For me.” She takes a long drink of Jack and puts her glass down, standing up.
My eyebrows skyrocket. “You’re going to sing?”
She giggles and nods.
I shrug. “Okay, here we go.”
The band starts playing her song, and Alissa starts singing the lyrics. A chill goes through me as my mouth hangs open. I’ve never heard her sing before, but the girl can belt out some lyrics. She sashays about the room, making the other girls jealous and making my bandmates watch her every move. I strum along on my guitar, never taking my eyes off her. My own jealously rises from both the guys in the band damn near drooling over mygirl.
She sings the song like it’s her theme song — knowing every word, drawing out every line that should be drawn out, and throwing out just a bit of flirtatious looks to all the guys, including me. She walks around the room, causing everyone’s eyes to follow her. But she’s not just walking, she’s teasing everyone with every single step. A part of me wonders if she’s giving me a taste of my own medicine. Then when she bends down to sing directly to Mark, I know she is. She may be giving the girls a taste of their own medicine too, because the girl that arrived on Mark’s arm is now staring daggers at Alissa.
I lean back, playing my guitar while watching Alissa seduce every person in the room all while making me jealous. I’ve got to hand it to her, she knows how to work a crowd.
When the song ends, the guys clap and cheer her on. She bows and bounces back to her seat giggling.
“That was fucking awesome, Lis. Sing another one,” Mark says.
“Really?” She looks at me.
I shrug before taking a drink of my beer.
“Okay. Well, do you guys know “I Love Rock and Roll”?”
The guys laugh. It’s a song we’ve played around with many times, trying to give it a more updated rock and roll feel. We never could pull it off though.
We start playing, and Alissa rocks out again. While I play along with the song, I watch everyone in the room. My bandmates watch their instruments, while still taking turns looking up at her. The girls are now sitting on the floor, looking completely bored. Someone knocks on the door, but we don’t stop playing. After a minute, the door opens and Sean walks in. I nod hello at him, and he takes a seat on the arm of the couch, getting sucked into Alissa’s show like everyone else.
When the song ends, everyone claps, and Alissa smiles proudly.
“Damn, she’s good. Why doesn’t she play at the bar with you guys?” Sean asks.
“Yeah, why doesn’t she?” Mark adds on.
I set my guitar down and reach for her, pulling her into my lap. “I saw the way you guys were checking her out. Do you really think I want a bar full of people daydreaming about taking my girl home?” I tease before moving in for a kiss.
We take a break and have a few drinks. Alissa sits with me and Sean while the band goes back to their girls.
“Alright, guys. Let’s get back to practice,” I say moving Alissa off my lap and grabbing my guitar.
I move to stand in the corner of the room, needing to stretch my legs. As I start playing, the guys join in. After every song, we stop and make note of the songs that need more practice and which songs sound best next to each other. Every time I look up, Sean and Alissa are talking and laughing. Believe it or not, this pisses me off more than the guys drooling all over her while she sings. I can only think about one thing.
Sean’s warning in the pool hall that night.
Is he trying to move in on my girl because he thinks I stole her away?
I push it to the back on my mind and concentrate on the music I’m playing, but I grow angrier and angrier every time I glance up.
