ff- One Hour Later
After taking a nice long shower, I wrapped a towel around my hair and set about selecting an outfit. My excessive vanity makes this a long, irritating process. After discarding several options I settled on a white transparent shirt, a black spandex skirt, and black high heeled pumps.
I blow-dried my hair, dressed, and applied my make up, consisting of a light application of white eye-shadow, black eyeliner (liquid on top, and a thin line of pencil underneath), black mascara and clear lip gloss .
I stuck my leather jacket on and checked to see if I had my keys, money, cigarettes and lighter in my pockets and waited for Taryn on the couch. If possible, she takes much longer than I do.
"Taryn, hurry up!" I yelled, while tapping my foot impatiently and checking my watch.
"Hold on, hold on. I can't find my earrings," she yelled back from the bathroom. I scoffed.
"It's not like the guys are going to stare at your ears and go, 'Wow, those are some fine ears.'" Taryn stomps out of the bathroom and glares at me.
"Fine, let's go." Victory!
We pulled up to an apartment complex. It was a little rundown.
"Ok, we're here!" Taryn said enthusiastic.
"Who's throwing the party again?" I asked, feeling slightly nervous. This was my first New York party and I heard they can get out of control fast.
Taryn took out the ignition key. "My friend, Robbie. Don't worry, he won't hit on you. He only likes blondes." She said without looking at me. I swallow hard. As anyone could tell I have terrible anxiety issues.
"Ok, let's go." She smiled at me and I followed her once she got out of the car. Inside, we entered the elevator and ascended five floors before reaching Robbie's floor. Once we were outside his door I could smell smoke and hear music.
Taryn knocked and a minute went by before somebody finally opened. He was tall and had long shaggy brown hair.
He smirked. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the devil in Prada." Taryn rolls her eyes.
"Whatever, Robbie. Let us in." She pushes her way in pulling me behind. I felt a hand grab for my left arm.
"Woah, girlie. What's the rush? Aren't you going to introduce me to your little friend?" He purrs while looking me over like prized meat. She scoffs.
"This is Erin. Erin this Robbie. Happy now?" She sounded peeved. Robbie looked at me once more before shrugging and walking away. What was that about?
"He tries his luck with every girl," she answers nonchalantly like she read my mind.
"I thought he only went for blonde chicks?"
"He does. As girlfriends. For fucking buddies he goes for every kind. Tall, skinny, short, fat, redheads, blondes, brunettes. You name it, he's done it." I nod.
Taryn takes my hand and leads me further and further into the room. "C'mon, I hear the guys are about to start playing," she yells over the screaming party goers.
"What are they called?" I yelled back. She gives a shrug, which I can barely make out due to the shitty lighting.
I looked around and see all sorts of people at this party. From punks to Madonna look a-likes. Gross. But one thing for sure everyone shared the same interest was this band. To say they were stoked would be an understatement.
"MOVE!" Taryn shouted while pushing through people. "UP AND COMING MODEL COMING THROUGH!"
People glared at me while Taryn pushed through everyone. It seemed to be much more crowded on this side of the room. Jesus! How big was this apartment? We finally made it to the front of the stage if you would call it and I let go of Taryn's hand.
She looked at me and grabbed it again. "YOU'RE LITTLE! YOU'LL GET TRAMPLED! HANG ON!"
A great amount of feedback screeched from the 'stage' and the crowd covered their ears.
The lights brightened and showed five guys onstage. It looked like it was natural for them. But it was the singer that really caught me attention.
He was tall and thin, yet his shoulders were broad. He approached the mic, clad in only a pair of leather pants. His presence onstage was strong, like he was meant for it. He really struck me.
He wrapped his slender fingers around the mic, gripping it tightly.
Some of the features on his face were cherubic, while others were more masculine.
He had doe eyes, rosy cheeks, and a plump mouth, but his cheekbones and jawline were much more prominent, sharp.
His eyes were definitely different. Intense, just like the stare he gave to the crowd.
I looked over to the guitarist. He was tall guy with crazy curls. His face was partly hidden behind his curls and the top hat on his head. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a beast. Maybe both?
The curly haired guitarist begins to shred on the guitar, his fingers gliding over aggressively, yet almost angelically. Not long after, the drummer, a short man with feathery blonde hair, comes in crashing on the drums with a rough percussion.
I turned my attention back to the singer. He was swaying around onstage before parting his lips and started singing.
I looked around me and saw the crowd was banging their heads to the rhythm to the music.
The bridge approached and the drums and riffs were building up to the chorus…as was the singers voice. His voice was so dark and soulful. I squeezed Taryn's hand.
The drums pulsed and the singer began to screech out the lyrics. Even his moves onstage were much more fiery, entertaining. Like he owned that stage.
Now everyone was paying attention to the band. People around me were jumping around and pumping their fists in the air.
Taryn looked over at me, her mouth agape. She was equally mystified. "ERIN, AREN'T THEY GREAT!?"
I nodded. Not only did they sound great, but the lyrics were definitely interesting. Some were serious, some were more tongue and cheek. But none less, great.
I watched the singer continue to jump, saunter, and sway onstage. He suddenly looked over in my direction, his gaze locked on mine. I felt my cheeks turn pink as he stayed that way for another few seconds before finally looking away.
My heart was swelling so big I felt like I was a hot air balloon, filling and filling until I would simply float away with rapture. Of all the girls, me.
Well, he probably does that to all the girls, I thought.
The guitar solo came, sounding rough yet melodic. It was like the guitarists was playing effortlessly.
Then the instruments quieted as the singer stepped up to the microphone for the third verse, his voice going quiet again.
By the the last chorus, the crowd was going insane. I had to jump up and down along with them just to see.
The song ended with the guitar fading. Then the singer said a quick, “thanks everyone,” before the lights dimmed again.
When they came back on, the boys were gone.
Even after everybody started clearing that side of the room Taryn and I continued to just stand there, shocked and in awe. Both are mouths were agape.
"Robbie said they were good, but he didn't mentioned that they were great!" Taryn screeched.
I was speechless on the other hand. They were beyond great. Even amazing would be an understatement to describe how they played.
I felt someone tug on the material of my shirt. It was a young blonde guy, the one who played drums in the band, and he seemed extremely awkward.
"Um, one of my friends wants to talk to you," he said while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Who?" I asked stupidly.
"Again, who?" I had no clue who this Axl guy was. And what kind of name is Axl?
"Just follow me," he said gesturing towards a leather couch. I shoot a quick 'should I go' look to Taryn who just shrugged. I scoffed. Gee, thanks for the help.
I finally follow him over to the couch and see the redhead singer from before. Him? He was the one who wanted to talk to me? Oh God, did I do something embarrassing and he wanted to point it out to everyone here?
I find the same anxiety from earlier today flashing through my veins yet again.
As I stand before him I can't tell exactly what he's thinking or where he's looking due to the sunglasses covering most of his face.
The drummer adjusted his throat before speaking again. "Here you are Axl. This is…" his voice trailing off hinting for me to say my name.
"Erin! Yes, Erin this is Axl. You kids have fun now." He said before turning around and disappearing into the crowd. It seemed like they swallowed him whole and he would never resurface.
I turned my attention back to Axl. He's removed his sunglasses and is looking me straight in the eye. They seemed much more gentler than how they were onstage. Calmer, more welcoming. He gestured to take a seat next to him on the couch. Hesitantly, I accepted.
It felt weird sitting next to someone that projected so much strength and anger on stage, then sitting next to them in a much calmer state. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, catching me off guard.
"Huh?" I asked stupidly. He laughed. It was like maple syrup. Warm, thick, and comforting
"Would you like a drink?" I nodded.
"Coke with Jack, please." He smiled.
"Anything you want, dear." He smiled at me once more before getting up.
He seems charming. I thought.
When he returned, almost immediately I knew I needed to find out what fueled his anger that he possessed onstage. Just how? Being blunt maybe?
"I loved your presence onstage earlier. What were you thinking of while you were on there because it was just so great and appealing. It seemed bigger than life." Axl swallowed.
"I thought of what I usually think about. My parents." I raised an eyebrow.
"Why your parents?" He gave a grim look.
"How much time do you have? It's a looooong story."