One-Week Stand

This Could've Gone a Lot More Smoothly

Friday night.

"This is so bad," I said to Lisa as we scurried down the dully-lit hall.

"Chill out, Sherrie!" She looked back at me and grabbed my hand, walking faster.

"I don't have a pass!" I spat.

"So?" Lisa yanked on my arm, then almost immediately stopped in her tracks, causing me to stumble right into her - the both of us nearly ending up on the floor. "Watch it,"

"Just get it over and done with, already!" I snapped.

Lisa let go of me and raised her own hand to knock on the black door with the Aerosmith logo on it. Straight away, a huge, intimidating, leather-clad guy answered. Lisa silently held up her pass, and he let her inside, me trying to follow.

"Hold up." The man signalled for me to stop, but I was saved by Lisa.

"She's with me. My... err, groupie friend. For the boys,"

I turned tomato-red, but agreed with her anyway. The guard seemed to not actually care and allowed me to go in with Lisa.

The first thing my eyes rested on was the beautiful human being that was Steven Tyler. He was wearing a sheer, black shirt and leopard print pants. His red boots stood out, resting on the table in front of where he was sitting on the worn-out couch. Steven's dark, shoulder-length hair was tangled and unbrushed.

My silent admiration was broken when I noticed that Steven seemed to be studying my appearance, too. Steven Tyler, looking me up and down!

I wondered whether Steven Tyler was impressed by my dark purple singlet, my black leather skirt with gold zippers, my hole-covered black stockings, my jewellery overload or my short, black, messy hair. I hoped so.

A voice interrupted my wishing and hoping. I realised that the voice belonged to Steven himself.

"Are you gonna come and sit down?" He summoned me with his index finger, then moved over as much as he could and patted the space next to him.

I was immediately drawn over to him and I sat down where he motioned.

"What's your name?"

I almost forgot how to speak, I was in the presence of such a... god. "Sherrie."

"I like it," Steven said. He continued studying me. His dark eyes seemed to melt into mine. I imagined him leaning in, putting his hand on the back of my head and pulling me in for a passionate kiss...

But I was pulled back into reality by the sound of Lisa chatting up Joe. She was good at that; she'd had many "boy toys" (as she referred to them) over the last few years - she started her practices towards the end of high school. We're both twenty, now.

"...room back there," Joe finished, pointing past Steven and I. Guys were always so easy for her to score. I'd only ever had two boyfriends: one of which lasted about three weeks, because it was a dare from his friends; the other of which only happened because we were senior prom partners.

Lisa's waist-length blond hair, sexy figure and flirtatious personality were, obviously, huge contributors to her love life. All I had, on the other hand, was my "humongous rack" as Lisa liked to call it.

Joe stood up and led Lisa into a separate room. Steven stood up too - not to take me anywhere, but to pour me a drink of... something. Steven handed me the glass. Then he put something extra in his own drink that I couldn't tell what it was.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was actually in a backstage room with Steven Tyler, the frontman of Aerosmith. The room temperature rose a little and I found myself fanning my face with my hand, without success. I took a sip of my drink - still unaware of what it was. I felt myself burn up as I watched Steven do lines off of the table. I spotted a fan near where we were sitting and I moved toward it, after setting my glass down on the table.

"You alright, there?" asked the big guard dude.

"Yeah, yeah," I leaned forward so the fan could blow air right down my top. Then I felt a pair of hands on my butt and I turned around to find Steven, who then led me back to the couch.

I was still burning up, and I began to find even breathing become difficult. I stood up again, but this time I headed towards the door to the hall.

"Wait a minute!" Steven called. "Where are you going?"

"To hunt for fresh air," I coughed. I reached for the doorknob but I missed, because I saw black dots everywhere, and then the room went completely black.