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Slava shut his phone and smiled to himself as his plane took off towards New York.

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''But how do I hold her,'' Slav said as he looked at the tiny bundle in his arms.

''Oh I can see you've got a lot to learn,'' Octavia said as she walked up the gangplank on Serene. ''Bottle feeding and diaper changes, you can learn the lot.''

''Octavia. Come here please,'' he said. As he put his arm around her, he kissed her. ''You have made me so a happy, I can't tell you. She is so beautiful. I'm afraid I will never be able to give her away to another man like your  father did on our wedding day.''

''You will if he's as good a man as you,'' Octavia said.

*****

Later that day Slava received a text message from Igor.

''Judge says he's an animal. Gave him thirty-five years.''

*****

THE END

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“Lela, why aren’t you taking this more seriously?!” Liddy was already working on her makeup for the show, and I had barely decided if I was going to go. 

“It’s just a concert, with a bunch of loud girls screaming.  I’m pretty sure that wearing a slutty skirt and layers of makeup won’t help me enjoy the concert more.”

I still slipped into the skirt, though.  I thought I looked good in it, and I think Liddy felt the same way.

“That look is perfect for you.  I wish I had your model figure.”

I gave her a sheepish look.  More people have told me that I’m lucky for my figure, but just as many people have told me to eat more.  I think I eat too much, honestly.

“Thanks,” I replied, “why are you tryin’ so hard to look good for this, I’ve never seen you work so hard before a concert.”

She gave me a half smile and a wink.

“I may have a little surprise for after the show.”

I rolled my eyes, the last time she said she had a surprise I was stuck driving her while she had awkward sex in the backseat. 

“I hope this time your underwear stays on,” I said.

“Trust me, this time, neither of us will be wearing anything afterward.”

She bit her lip.

I didn’t talk much after that, but the ideas I had about what she wanted to do after the show were mortifying.  She was the kind of person that was interested in driving to Mexico at two in the morning. 

It really didn’t take long for me to get ready, and soon enough we were in a cab with three of our other friends headed toward the show.

‘The Sell-outs’ were the newest and most popular rock band, and their tickets sold out in minutes.  I was actually surprised that Liddy managed to get tickets. 

Even more surprising is how good the seats were, not that anyone ever really sat in their seats at these concerts.  I figured that would be best explained later.

When they began the entire audience lit up, screaming and dancing, some even began to sing along off-key.  I didn’t mind, though, I just enjoyed the music and danced along. 

The four members of the band played so hard that they started taking their shirts off part way through the show.  And, when the lead singer Aiden threw his shirt to the crowd, I thought there would be a riot. 

For some reason it felt like he made eye contact with me a few times, perhaps it was how close we were seated towards the stage, or it might even be that Liddy felt the need to flash the singer a few times.  But, to me, it felt like a moment, and before too long the concert was over and the moment had passed.  I could already feel sick thinking about the hangover I would probably have tomorrow morning.

However, as everyone filed out of the stadium, Liddy grabbed me by the arm.  She gave me a wink, and with that, I could tell that this night might only be getting started.  Pushing past the exiting crowd, we found ourselves standing in front of two of the beefiest men I’d ever seen in person. 

“Passes?”

The larger one asked.  Liddy reached into her small handbag and held out two ID badges, and after a quick look, the guard ushered us toward backstage.

I’d never been backstage at a concert before, and the suspense was getting to me.  My hands were starting to sweat, and I could feel myself getting a little dizzy when I looked around.  But, Liddy kept pulling me along on this ride, and I just followed.

Walking through busy corridors and hallways, even a staircase or two, Liddy kept flashing her badges and would be met with people pointing one direction or another.  Before long we had found the holy-grail, the coveted green room where the band was enjoying some much-needed refreshment.

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.”

That explained quite a lot in my mind, Liddy didn’t mind using herself to get what she wanted, and I suppose this was no different.

“So how did you get yours,” he asked.

“Liddy had two, so she gave me one.  We’ve been best friends since 2
nd
grade, so she didn’t even have a second thought about whom to give it to.”

“She got
two
from that scumbag manager?  She must’ve done some pretty crazy things to get a second one.”

I giggled, but I also felt a little sad about how badly she must’ve wanted to get a second pass, and here I was wasting it on this balcony.  But, I couldn’t help but wonder what she did to get it.

“Okay, I need to change the subject.  Thinking about Greg sleeping with anyone is killing my brain.”

I giggled.

“What do you do when you’re not performing,” I asked. 

“Oh, that,” he said, flashing me a big smile, “I like a lot of things.  But, the thing I like to do most is photography.  It’s really convenient for me since I can take my camera with me anywhere, and I get to visit some places that most people only dream of.”

He looked really excited.

“I suppose you probably knew that from the fan club website, though.”

I shook my head no.

“Back to not talking again, eh?”

“Sorry, I don’t really talk to a lot of new people, let alone rock stars.  You’re a bit out of my league.”

He laughed at the thought.

“You think you feel overwhelmed by me?  I’m just amazed that 20,000 people want to show up and listen to me play, that’s overwhelming.  I’m not out of your league.  If anything, I’m in just the right place.”

“No way, I’m sure you’ve been hit by the celebrity bug.  Haven’t you met some other people that you admire and felt awestruck?  Don’t say it never happened.”

He bellowed a laugh.  But, his moment of silence that followed let me know that I was right.

“I’ve been bitten by the bug, alright.  You don’t grow up in the middle of nowhere expecting to meet your inspiration.  I must admit that I melted a bit when I met Robert Plant and James Hetfield.”

I gasped at the name dropping; those were a couple of my celebrity crushes as well, although they were still a bit too old for me to consider anything dirty.

“So, if you were to go out for a walk with them now, would they still be out of your league?  You’re probably just as famous.”

He thought about it for a second before he answered.

“I guess fans spending time with their idols will always be overwhelming, but you shouldn’t feel that way with me.  Sure, I might get paid doing what I love, but I’m nothing too special.  You’d be able to tell that if you spent a day with me.”

A sudden flash of interest flashed into my head, and I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to prove someone wrong.

“Well then prove it; I want to see a humble rock star walking around town and being normal.  Let’s take a walk around the town and you can photograph all the sights, and I’ll even show you some you won’t see in a travel book.  I’ll even be your model for the day,” I said with a sudden surge of boldness and my cutest smile.

I wondered why I said it; it seemed so out of character.  Here I was, asking a rockstar out of on date in a rather odd way.  I hardly recognized myself.

Aiden looked taken aback, as though he’d never been talked to in such a manner, at least in recent memory.  He stood up tall, straightened his shirt, and held out his hand.

“Very well, miss-“

“Lela,” I added.

He nodded.

“Very well, Miss Lela, I have a concert tomorrow evening so we’ll make a morning of it.  I’ll send a cab for you in the morning, and you can be my model.”

I took his hand and shook it, my palms were sweating, and that feeling of faintness rushed back to the forefront of my head.  I had a date with Aiden.

3.

“You must be joking,” Liddy said in the cab ride home, “you’re going on a date with the lead singer?  That’s the best news I’ve ever heard!  I’m super jealous.”

She really did like to talk.

“This is perfect!  You can get him to set me up with his bassist, that dark hair of his gets me wet all over, Ooh and those muscles are screaming for some lovin’.”