The Girl Gunner?

Chapter Three

"You play guitar?" Steven asked me excitedly. His eyes held a beautiful mixture of hope and admiration. He reminded me of a young child- not having a worry in the world.

"Yeah, I do," I choked out, my heart beginning to race again. Why would he care?

My heart dropped to my stomach as I watched his beautiful and cheerful face turn slightly sad, as if he was missing something.

Izzy.

"Great! We need a new rhythm guitarist 'cause Izzy kinda quit on us," he explained to me, the cheerful look returning as quick as you could snap your fingers.

Yeah, I know...

"Oh, okay. Well I hope you find some-" he cut me off with a gleeful, warm hug. I wasn't expecting that. I blushed furiously. Everything was moving so fast, I began questioning myself if this was real. A pinch to my forearm made me hiss. Yep, this was real.

"You can play for us! The boys will love you!" Steven gushed quickly, not letting me free from his constricting hug.

"Oh, um, I don't know about that..." I mumbled, my words coming out muffled as my face was lodged in the crook of his neck. I was overwhelmed my his intoxicating smell. Booze and cigarettes, mixed with his cologne. I felt my knees grow weak.

"Bring your guitar 'round to our house and we'll see," he spoke confidently, obviously not listening to my insecure voice.

I despised playing in front of an audience. I had trouble playing in front of Charlotte. I guess now was the time to get over that fear, especially since this has been my dream ever since I could remember.

I let out a soft sigh as he gently slapped a piece of cardboard? Yep, it was cardboard into my hand, the address of the band's house scribbled on it haphazardly. "Alright. Will do," I forced a smile as I glanced up at him.

Steven just grinned down at me, a nod following. My heart fluttered at the sight. I watched as he quickly paid for his things and ran out of the quiet store, smiling along with him as he sent me a big wave- which I gladly returned.

I stood frozen in the same spot I had been in for about five or so minutes. What would Charlotte say?

I paid for my things and began the reasonably short walk home.

A girl in Guns N' Roses?