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“I’m sorry I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Harley Davidson,” she said and I felt my expression wary.
“Harley Davidson?” I asked smiling.
“Uggh, don’t tell me. This is the usual reaction I get. That’s why I don’t use any nickname in the club like others. The name itself is enough of a stunner. My dad is a fan of Harley Davidson, I’m not sure if it was because of his last name Davidson. Anyway…Since his last name is Davidson, he decided to name me Harley, but this is not the only connection between me and Harley, trust me,” she explained with rolling her eyes.
“I’m not sure I want to find out more connection,” I said through laughter. I was amused how talkative she was.
“Oh, I will torture you with them later but for now I should show you some clothes for the stage. We’ll put some clothes in your closet, too. I should have done it yesterday but I couldn’t find you after I finished my rounds of serving drinks,” she said taking my hand to guide me toward the back rooms.
“I left early yesterday. Right after my show. So you are a waitress here Harley?” I stated the obvious while following her.
“Yep. And I organize closets for everyone. On that account, I’m so happy you came early. I was scared you would show up just before your show.”
“Will didn’t tell me when exactly I should be here. So I thought if I came in early I could make some preparations before the show and meet my co-workers,” I explained.
“He used to be a better boss when it comes to this club. That asshole could probably tell your bra size but he forgot to tell you the most important thing?” she sighed.
“I think bra size is also important,” I said laughing. Harley looked at me ridiculously before she started to laugh with me.
Almost two hours of trying out dozens of clothes later Harley and I finally stocked up my closet. I actually had a lot of fun hanging out with her. She was so sweet and easygoing. The name of Gothic pixie suited her as much as her real name did. My stomach hurt because of so much laughter as she kept telling me about her connection with the bike.
“I cannot believe your mom gave birth to you on a Harley Davidson. Is that even possible?” I asked while patting under my eyes to erase the tears caused by laughing so hard.
“I don’t want to think about it, but my dad told me the story in every disgusting detail. And I’m almost sure I was conceived on a Harley Davidson, too. I didn’t ask that cause I really couldn’t risk that my dad would also tell that story,” she said with a disgusted grimace on her face.
“Stop it, Harley. My stomach hurts. You must be steering clear of the bikes. I think you wouldn’t wanna go near any bikes anymore, hmm?” I asked. I have never met anyone who was connected to something as much as Harley.
“Umm…Actually, I ride a Harley, too.”
“You’re kidding? Harley Davidson rides a Harley…” I giggled shaking my head.
“I know…I am pathetic but no matter how much I find it silly I think I also like this unique situation,” she said, shrugging.
“Okay, biker girl. Enough of the bike talk for today. Now, show me where I can do some rehearsal for tonight.”
“Oh, right. Let’s go and find Mike to arrange your playlist,” she said and tugged my arm again.
I couldn’t find the time to talk until we reached the stage. She was strong and fast for a petite girl. But thankfully I could easily keep up with her.
“Mike is the DJ?” I asked after she let go of my arm.
“Yeah, I am the DJ.” An unfamiliar voice responded my question. His voice was smokey with a Southern accent. I turned around to face the owner of the voice.
“Michael Lane. Mike,” he extended his hand for me to shake. His hold was firm and gave me an uneasy feeling I couldn’t name. I pulled my hand from his hold nervously.
He was wearing baggy jeans with a tight green t-shirt. I never thought that baggy jeans could look good on someone but he pulled it off very well. His hair was sandy-blonde with brown shades. His green eyes were guarded and calculative. They gave me chills and not the good kind, either. Maybe it was his eyes or maybe it was the scar he had on the right side of his face. On his right side, stretching from his thick eyebrows to his lips, it looked like a knife could have made it. The angry tissue was still pink, maybe because it was new or it was too deep to heal yet.
I must have been caught staring because he said, “I had an accident two years ago. This scar won’t let me forget it.”
His explanation made me sad. I knew how devastating an accident could be. I knew no matter how much you want to forget, the scars that remained would never let you do that. Physical or emotional scars…
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.”
“No worries, cupcake. I’m too tough to be offended by one look,” he said shrugging and walked toward the DJ area.
I looked at Harley for some reasons but she seemed more quiet and strange around him. She just shook her head as an answer to my unasked question.
“Anyway, cupcake. We didn’t meet yesterday. I wasn’t around but I see you’ve already made some fans here. Show me your moves and I’ll play a song for you,” Mike said.
