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Link laughs and pushes his long blond hair out of his eyes with his tattooed hand. “You guys sound pretty good. How long have you been playing together?”
“A few years now. We were just playing small parties, but we got this gig playing here every Saturday night a few months ago.”
“You mean, you don’t play anywhere else?”
“Naa, money’s good. It pays the bills, so we figured what the hell?”
“What do you say to hanging out a bit after the show?”
“Yeah, man. Sounds good. I’ll catch up with you when you’re done. We have a few more songs to sing, then you’ll go on.” I walk away and round up the band. Before I get back on stage, I walk over to Alissa. I lean over and give her a long, slow kiss. When I pull away, her face is flushed, and her blue eyes have darkened. Sean sits back, looking like he didn’t notice the show, but I know he did.
“Thanks for coming, Sean,” I say as I walk away, but keep my eyes trained on Alissa as a silent warning.
I know she’s not interested in him, but I also know he is interested in her. I wouldn’t put it past him to try something, and while I won’t be mad at her as long as she stops it, I will be angry if she puts herself in that position.
I take my place on stage and before the music even starts up, people head to the front of the stage to dance and sing along.
We get to play for another hour before our part of the show is over. The crowd is wild and wound up for Busted Lip. While we’re on stage playing, they watch us intently. Even if they don’t bring in any record labels, I hope they at least put in a good word.
I take my seat next to Alissa while Busted Lip takes the stage. The hard metal music cuts through me, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin. My band plays more classic rock, but I’ve always loved hard rock. I love the way it pumps me up and gets me going for anything. I love how it can make me angry or take my anger away. It’s an outlet. No matter what I’m feeling, hard rock covers it all.
“What brought you out tonight, Sean?” I ask, putting my arm around Alissa.
He shrugs and runs his hand through his neatly styled blond hair. “I needed something to do. It’d be nice if I could get a beer.” He lets out a laugh. “Alissa says it’s not possible though.”
I laugh. “You know my dad,” is the only reply I give.
While Busted Lip is on stage, I watch Sean. He checks out Alissa every time he thinks I’m not looking. It pisses me off, and I know I’m going to have to talk to him soon. Better to try and fix the issue before a real problem arises that puts an end to our friendship.
* * *
Once midnight rolls around,the band joins us at our table while people start filing out.
“You guys killed it up there,” I say.
“Yeah, dude. I love your music,” Zach chimes in.
“Thanks,” Link accepts graciously.
“How’s the tour going,” Mark asks.
“Good. It’s good. We love that we get to go where we want when we want,” Link offers.
“That would be awesome. Think you’ll ever sign with a record label?” Zach asks.
“We’ve had a lot of offers. For now, we’re happy in control. By the way, you guys sounded pretty awesome yourselves,” Link compliments.
“Thanks, man. That means a lot coming from another musician,” I say.
Link is the most talkative of the group. He compliments us and continues to talk with us about our music choices.
“So, what’s your game plan?” Link finally asks.
“You mean for the band?” Mark clarifies.
Link nods.
“Well, we play here every Saturday night. Maybe add some other routine gigs,” I shrug.
