2.
It wasn’t a terribly large room, but it was large enough for the band and a few other girls to wander around. Along the far side sat a table, covered in drinks and food. A couple of couches and chairs occupied the center of the room where the band sat, as well as most of their female company. The longest wall had a large balcony stretching out towards the stadium field. A few roadies, drinks in hand, were chatting with a couple of the other girls on the balcony.
Liddy shot from my grasp as soon as she made contact. This was her element; she always was a bit of an attention hog. I never minded at all. I wasn’t interested in being stared at by a bunch of gawkers, but she was a professional.
“Lela, get over here!”
She waved at me, attempting to bring me in closer but I just waved her off and made for the table in the back. All that dancing had me feeling relaxed but too drained. I could already tell that my muscles would be regretting my workout from tonight.
I put together a small plate of snacks, as well as some water, and sauntered off to the balcony. It was quite a nice night actually; the cool air off the water staunched the summer heat.
As I stood, leaning against the railing, it became a bit lonely as the couples filtered back inside, leaving me to my thoughts.
I couldn’t help but feel like I was wasting the gift from my friend. She probably worked hard to get these passes, and here I was just leaning against a railing eating meager snack foods. I peeked on Liddy; she was laughing and chatting with the lead singer.
I had to admit, I did think Aiden was gorgeous. His long blond hair was tied back behind his head, and it showed off his sharp, and high, cheek bones. Being a rock singer, he definitely took care of himself, and while he was quite skinny, it looked like he still enjoyed his time at the gym.
He was out of my league; he was only really paying attention to the fairer skinned girls at the party, so I could tell right away that his eye wouldn’t stray too far my direction.
Still, as imaginative as I was, I tried my best to tamp down any thoughts of Aiden coming my way. Besides, Liddy was more interested anyway, it would probably be best that she is given the opportunity of a lifetime.
“Excuse me, is this balcony taken?”
The voice sounded familiar, I turned my neck and saw him standing there, long hair and all.
“Err… um … no. It’s open to everyone,” I squeaked out.
I turned back to my empty plate of snacks, but now I couldn’t remember what I had just been thinking about.
“Lovely night,” he said.
I nodded, trying to hide my excitement.
“You’re missing out on the party, were you planning on staying out here all night?”
I nodded again.
“You certainly are a woman of few words,” he laughed.
I smiled and giggled to myself a bit.
“Well, that’s quite a nice smile.”
I was happy for the compliment, as much as he was happy to have given it.
“Since this doesn’t seem like your kind of party, I doubt you came here alone, who dragged you here?”
I turned and pointed at my friend Liddy, who was chatting up their bassist at this point. I was quite surprised that none of the other girls were trampling the balcony, hoping for another minute or two with Aiden.
“She seems nice. Bit of a talker, though.”
I giggled again. He was right. She had quite a mouth on her.
“Why didn’t anyone follow you out,” I asked meekly.
Aiden let out a surprised expression, as though he’d just seen lead turn to gold.
“So you can speak!”
He laughed, almost as much as I did.
“To answer that question, how many people in that room do you think would follow me out here right now?”
I turned and counted, there must’ve been about fifteen girls in there ready to swoon all night.
“Looks like fifteen?”
“Sounds about right; how many of them look available enough to chat on this balcony.”
I looked again, and after examining, I saw that most of them were already talking to other band members or strong looking roadies. Except maybe one or two that just sat chatting with each other about who knows what.
“Maybe two of them would come out?” I asked.
“This happens after nearly every concert. I’m not really interested in groupies, they get boring. Sex is great and all, but it feels like I’m exploiting my fans. I just get a dirty feeling after it’s all over, so I just don’t sleep with them. I respect my fans too much to exploit them as bad as my record label does.”
“So you just told them all you weren’t interested, and they backed off? That doesn’t sound like Liddy at all.”
“Ah, Liddy is your friends name,” he said. “She was the hardest pressed to get close to me tonight. She told me she knew the manager, which was strike one right there. Anyone that knows our manager knows what a total creep he is. He’d have to sleep with all the girls in that room before he’d even think of giving any of them a backstage pass.”