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Authors: Arabella Quinn

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Chapter Two

The rest
of the week crawled by as I waited anxiously for Saturday, the day of the now
completely sold-out concert. I was only able to get general admission lawn
seats, but I had been to many concerts at the Arts Center over the years, and
lawn seats were really fun even if you couldn't see the band up close. I would still
be able to see Alex perform on the giant screens and the acoustics were great from
anywhere inside the venue.

Melissa
picked me up early; we had over an hour drive down the Parkway to get to the Arts
Center. She had warned me the day before not to 'dress like an old granny.'
Finding an acceptable outfit was difficult. I was probably ten years older than
the average girl going to the concert. I was sure the teens would be wearing
the skimpiest of outfits on this hot summer day, but I wasn't used to dressing
like that.

After
digging through my closet, I finally settled on an outfit that I thought looked
pretty hot on me, but wasn't trashy. My long tanned legs looked sexy in the
black denim mini-skirt and the pink tank top showed just enough cleavage to be
tantalizingly suggestive but not tacky. I tossed on some well-worn but
comfortable black wedge flip-flops and spent a little extra time on my hair and
makeup.

I had
been proud of my results, that is, until Melissa showed up. Melissa was never
one for subtle. She had on a pair of the tiniest white Daisy Duke shorts and a
sky-blue shirt knotted in the front, exposing her flat stomach and shiny belly
ring. Her high heeled, ankle-tie espadrilles completed her sex on legs look.

She
slipped her fashionable sunglasses down her nose and looked me over. "I
guess you'll do. But those flip-flops have got to go."

I
laughed at her assessment. "No one's going to be looking at my feet.
Besides there's no way I can clomp around for hours and hours in heels. You're
going to be wishing you had these awesome flip-flops by the end of the day."

We had
driven straight to the concert, only stopping once to pick up sub sandwiches
for tailgating. Melissa insisted that we wouldn't need beer; that guys would be
giving us beers left and right. I shrugged my shoulders and went along with
her.
This was going to be one interesting night.

Tailgating
was in full swing when we finally pulled into a parking space. It took about
five minutes of standing outside the car before Melissa started attracting
guys. Soon we were surrounded by a handful of young studs. She stood flirting
with a shirtless guy who had been throwing his football ever closer to our car
with his friend. I was drinking beers with shirtless guy's attractive friend.

The
afternoon flew by as we drank beer after beer in the hot sun and basked under
the attentions of some cute college boys. They were way too young and immature
for me, but the harmless flirting was a fun confidence boost. My job had been
wearing me out and I hadn't been dating anyone for months. It reminded me that
I had to let my hair down every once in awhile.

When it
was time to head in for the show, we locked up the car, grabbed our blanket for
the lawn seating and started the long trek through the endless lots of cars
toward the arena. I was thankful for my comfortable flip-flops as I watched
Melissa daintily hiking through the paths connecting the lots, trying to avoid the
mud produced by the unceasing line of people trudging through.

By the
time we got through the gates, the first act had started. The lawn area was
quickly filling up with people and the prime locations were already taken. Only
bare spots where the grass had been worn off were left. We found a small spot
and spread out our blanket. Everyone on the sloped lawn was standing in front
of us, so we had to stand as well if we wanted to see anything.

After
about five minutes of standing and watching the first opening band, Melissa
turned to me. "This is shitty, Evie. I can barely see a damn thing and my
legs are killing me. These shoes and this hill are not a good combination. I'm
gonna call my uncle."

I
shrugged indifferently. If her uncle could get us better seats, I was all for
it. I had a good view of the large screens, so it didn't matter to me either
way.

Melissa
was covering her ear and talking on her cell. When she was finished she smiled
triumphantly at me. "Ha. Uncle Jimmy is the best. C'mon, help me with the
blanket. We have to go down to the first aid station."

Scooping
up the blanket, I quickly folded it. "What's at the first aid
station?"

"Some
guy named Bob with our VIP passes. Uncle Jimmy isn't working tonight, but his
friend who works with him is going to hook us up. We just have to be careful;
we don't want to get them in trouble."

We
worked our way through the vendors and past the restrooms and finally found the
first aid station. Melissa approached two men before she found Bob - that girl
had nerves of steel. Bob was old enough to be my father, but that didn't stop
him from openly checking us out. He slipped us two VIP passes, complete with
lanyards to hang around our necks.

Melissa
gave Bob a peck on the cheek before she grabbed my hand. "Let's go. We
want to get to our seats before Cold Fusion takes the stage."

I
studied the VIP pass. "What is this pass for anyway?"

Melissa
led the way, weaving through the throngs of people. "We've got some of the
best seats in the house now, Evie. There's a private food area and bar and even
separate restrooms down there, thank God. I don’t think I can wait in these
lines after all the beer I drank."

My
stomach was fluttering. I didn't want to tell Melissa, but I was nervous as
hell. "Can we get backstage with these passes?"

She
stopped walking and spun around so suddenly, that I bumped into her. "I
knew it! You do want to see him! My uncle has gotten me VIP passes for a bunch
of shows, but you don't get to interact with the band. The seats are great, but
I'm not sure the band would even notice you from on stage if you were dancing around
naked. You have to get real creative to get backstage."

"Oh,
okay." I was actually relieved. I just wanted to lust after Alex from
afar; I would be really embarrassed if he saw me in the audience.

Melissa
led me past the rows of seats under the pavilion and closer to the stage. We
finally reached a chained off area marked 'VIP club'. Security personnel checked
our passes and let us through. I breathed a sigh of relief; I felt like an underage
teen sneaking into a bar with a fake ID.

Before
finding our seats, we hit the restroom and grabbed new beers. The first opening
act was just winding down as I looked around. Most of the people in the VIP
area looked pretty ordinary like us. The view was terrific. There was only
about 20 feet separating us and the band.

The set
ended and the singer began thanking the audience. My nerves started to tingle.
The moment was finally coming - when Alex would walk out on stage. My gut
clenched as I thought about seeing him again. I took a huge gulp of beer trying
to relax.

The
first band left the stage and we sat down again. Melissa grinned at me,
"Damn, Evie, you downed that whole beer already? You want to get another
before Cold Fusion comes on?"

I shook
my head. "Nope, I'm good. These really are great seats, Melissa."

We
chatted while we watched the stage getting prepped for Cold Fusion. I looked
around at the huge crowd mostly behind us. Beach balls were bouncing around the
arena and everyone was having a good time.
So, why was I getting so nervous?

Alex
wouldn't know I was here. The sun was just starting to set and with the lights
shining on the stage, there was no way he could see into the crowd. And I
wasn't nervous
for him
, either. I had seen enough internet videos of his
performances to know that he was completely comfortable on stage. He did his
thing without it looking forced at all. But still the tension grew as I waited.

The
lighting changed, suddenly focusing the crowd's energy onto the stage. My heart
started beating faster. The crowd grew quieter as a spotlight flicked on. Someone
walked on stage and a huge roar rose up from the crowd. The blond man walked
over to the drum set and sat behind it.

Melissa
leaned into me to be heard. "Look at the arms on that guy. Shit, I'd do
him."

I
couldn't manage a snarky answer. My eyes were fixed on the stage. Another guy
walked onstage. The crowd, which was just beginning to settle, began to scream
its appreciation again. Every eye in the audience watched as he crossed to the
right side of the stage and picked up the bass guitar.

I was
only vaguely aware of Melissa tugging on my arm at this point. I think I
actually stopped breathing when Alex walked on stage to a deafening roar. He
looked sexier than ever. His hair was tousled, his faded black jeans hung
perfectly on his body and his sleeveless shirt showed off the tattoos snaking
around his muscled arms.

The
crowd was whipping itself into a frenzy as the lead singer, Tyler Matthews,
jaunted out onto stage, but my eyes couldn't tear away from Alex as he adjusted
his guitar. He looked as familiar as ever, and yet, so very different. His face
hadn't changed a bit, but his body seemed more solid. He was lean and muscular
and so very masculine. He had acquired more tattoos in the almost ten years
since I had seen him, but they fit him perfectly and didn't look overdone.

Just
seeing him onstage had me weak in the knees, but seeing his confidence and
natural presence in front of the huge crowd was breathtaking. And I realized in
that very moment that no man I met would ever live up to him; I would always be
comparing them adversely to Alex.

I tried
to console myself that even if Alex was my ideal of physical perfection, his
personality probably left a lot to be desired. He was a rock star. That kind of
lifestyle and fame was bound to change a person.
He was a different man now
.
The Alex I loved was long gone.

Still, I
knew that I would be fantasizing about him for a long time after this night was
over. My cheeks flushed as I recalled the naughty dream I had about him. I pictured
how he had looked deep into my eyes as he thrust into me with each delicious
stroke. I fanned my face as I felt my skin getting hot.

At
center stage, Tyler strode over and grabbed the microphone stand and began
pumping up the crowd, but I barely listened. I felt as if I was in my own
little bubble with Alex. The crowd, the noise and the rest of the band all
faded into the background. Alex began strumming the first few notes to the
opening song and the crowd went wild. Soon the whole band was playing a fast,
hard song that I loved.

Alex was
concentrating on his guitar, but suddenly he looked out into the audience for
the first time. I inhaled a quick breath as I watched a slow smile spread
across his beautiful face. He moved toward his microphone stand and began
belting out the chorus with Tyler. His voice washed over me, bringing me right
back to college when he used to sing just for me. I stood mesmerized, watching
his performance.

The set
went by in a flash for me. Song after song flew by as I sang along to the words
I knew. My eyes never strayed far from Alex. I drank him in, studying his every
move and memorizing his every expression. I noticed the sweat as it gathered on
his forehead and I admired how his arm muscles flexed as he stroked his guitar.
There was no use denying it to myself, he looked sexy as hell. My body was
humming with an exhilarated energy just watching him work the stage. I knew
just how turned on I was by the growing ache deep inside for what could never
be.

My heart
sank when the set finished. I knew they wouldn't be doing any encores because
the main act was up next. Just like that, Alex was gone. I sank to my chair as
the crowd's wild applause finally settled down.

Melissa
turned to me excitedly, "Wow, that was amazing! Girlfriend, you couldn't
take your eyes off that man. You didn't hear I word I said to you the entire
time, did you?"

I
swallowed the lump in my throat. "No. It was so loud, who could hear
anything?"

Her eyes
sparkled with enthusiasm. "That is one smoking hot band! Let's grab
another beer before Warning Shot takes stage."

I waved
my hand. "Nah, I'll pass. You go ahead."

Melissa
might act kind of ditzy, but she read people like a book. There was no hiding
anything from her. Her eyes narrowed. "What's wrong? You still have a
thing for Alex, don't you?"

Shrugging,
I tried to explain. "I miss him. At least, I miss the
old
him. I
thought seeing him perform would be fun. Now I'm just all out of sorts."

Melissa
looked sympathetic. "Evie, don't look so sad! It
was
fun watching
them. And why don't we try to go backstage and see him? You were good friends,
right? Why wouldn't he want to see you?"

My heart
started pounding in my chest. "He probably doesn't even remember me. I
mean, look at him, Melissa. He's a rock star now! Besides, you even said it's
hard to get backstage."

Melissa
smiled mischievously. "It's hard, but not impossible. Just follow my lead.
And Evie, if we don't try, you'll always regret it."

I don't
know if it was the liquid courage from all the beers I drank or just the
thought that we'd never get backstage that made me follow Melissa. If I believed
for one moment that it might work, I'd have chickened out on the spot. Instead,
I went along with her, my insides a bundle of nerves.

Melissa
slipped the lanyard with the VIP pass around her neck. "Put your pass on
and don't look so scared. You need to look confident. And let me do all the
talking."

As if
I would say a peep.

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