Page 57 of A Dark Melody

We exit the dressing room and make our way to the side stage area. He plants himself against the wall as I walk up to Sue.

“You ready?” She asks as someone starts fastening a mic pack to me. I see Jeff and Dean waiting to take the stage. “Break a leg.” She says as she turns me towards the stage.

She nods to Dean and Jeff, and they walk out onto the stage. The lights turn a shade of purple as Todd and Trevor take the stage from the other side. I wait for my cue to take the stage.

I take a deep breath as the lights dim for a moment. My cue, it’s time to take the stage. I look towards Wes, who just smiles at me, and then I surge forward.

Once I start singing, I feel as light as a feather out there. I move across the stage with grace and poise. I sing flawlessly. I talk to the crowd without a care. I do my best not to glance at Wes throughout the set, breaking just twice to look over at him. I hope no one notices. I wonder if he knows I’m looking at him. He is mouthing along to the words and bobbing his head.

I’m walking off stage to the chants of one more song. I’m covered in sweat, and someone hands me a towel, which I use to dab up some of the sweat that has collected on my forehead. I glance towards Wes, and he smiles at me. I notice a very attractive girl standing by him. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but I am.

She is probably going to make a move on him after my set. I hate that thought. It is getting harder to fight this urge to be more with him, and this is not helping. Would he flirt back with her? Would he want her? Would he fuck her?

I feel like cracking and just giving into temptation. I feel like walking over there and just kissing him. Everyone already thinks we are a couple, so why not give them proof? Only, he deserves better than me. He deserved to have an attractive girl, with a decent set of tits, one who could eat a fucking meal without wanting to cry. He deserves a girl much better than me. I will only bring him down.

“Abbey.” Sue comments, bringing me out of my daze. She grabs my shoulders and turns me back to the stage. “Two more songs.” She pushes me back on stage.

I sing through my last two songs, hoping my sadness doesn’t come through as I sing. It’s hard to focus, knowing some girl is standing there waiting for me to finish so she can hit on Wes.

I walk off stage, and Sue hands me a bottle of water. I take a sip and pass it back to her before heading to my dressing room. I don’t bother looking over at Wes. I don’t want to see him getting flirted with. I don’t want to see him possibly flirt back with some other girl. No, now I want to get fucked up and forget how pathetic I am.

Once in my dressing room, I pick up the bottle of vodka and take a long swig from it. I pull out my vial and do a bump, too. I’m looking in the mirror, touching up my makeup, stalling on going back out there to mingle, when there is a knock on my door.

I already know it’s him. I open the door, ready to march out there and mingle with the crowd, but he backs me back into the room.

“You are a fucking goddess out there.” He links his fingers with mine.

“Who was the girl next to you?”

“Fuck if I know. I was preoccupied watching you.” He smiles. “But it’s cute how jealous you get.”

“I’m not…” I pause and turn away, pulling my hand from his. “You deserve someone hot like her.”

“You are hotter.”

“If I gained a few more pounds, maybe.” I shrug, my back to him.

“If you gained a few more pounds, you’d be healthier, but you are fucking hot now.” He says, coming up behind me. “You realize you’re behaving like a jealous girlfriend right now, right?” He moves my hair from my neck, resting his head on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around me. “It’s fucking sexy. You’re fucking sexy.”

“I am not.”

“If I wasn’t on coke, I’d probably make a move.” He nudges my neck with his chin. “It’s hard to not want to fuck you afterwatching you out there.” He sways us a little, and I can feel the making of a bulge in his pants. It sends a wave of warmth to my stomach, to my cunt.

“Wes.” I breathe out his name.

“We can be best friends while being more, Abbey.” He says into my ear. “Think about it.” He nuzzles my neck with his mouth before taking a step back. “We are having a little party on my bus. Let’s go.”

I nod and turn around to face him. My eyes drop to his crotch for a moment, and he chuckles as I eye his hard-on.

“I’m only human.” He laughs again.

I nod again, biting my lip, desperate for him, wet for him. I almost drop to my knees in front of him, ready to take his cock out and touch it, but instead I pull out my vial.

He nods his head this time and pulls out his, too.

We each do two baby bumps before sliding our vials back into our pockets.

“Be careful with this. The guys know we got some. They are going to want some, too.” He smiles.

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