Playing Hard To Get With Mr. Rocker

don't really have a name for this one

lila

I stood behind the sales counter back to the door. I heard a click of the door being opened. the boys were fixing the shattered band merch. I lit my cigarette and let out and agitated puff of smoke.

"Y'know ya could help," Shane snapped like the bitter mand he was.

"I'll right I'll give a hand." I clapped loudly once. " Bravo," I said tauntingly I took another hit from the cigarette.

"Yo! Psycho bitch," he called as if it were my duty to turn around  get on my knees  and beg for his forgiveness.  he walked to the front of the counter an looked me in the eye. I leaned in to him and let the gray cloud engulf his face  I leaned back and rested my back against the wall.

"What I told you to get the fuck out," I said as if I didn't give a damn. he didn't seem to budge. neither did I.

"you did," He stated calmly.

"then why are you still here?" I asked not loosing my cool.

"Because if you think my music is such shit I'd just  love  to hear your definition of real music," he said thinking he'd won this argument.

"Fine," I agreed. I stamped the lit end of the cigarette on his long fingered hand he snapped his hand back. I swung my legs over the counter  and hopped off. I breezily walked passed him nd out the door. I looked behind me. Micheal stood there like an idiot. I poked my head in the door "c'mon shit for brains, you wanna hear music come with me," I said.

his head snapped to the side and his body followed I made a beckoning motion with my finger and turned a way from continuing on the path to our destination.

"where are we going? he asked jogging to catch up with me.

"surprise," I said abruptly practically ignoring him. I could practically feel the anger of being left out of the group radiate from his skin.

we stopped infront of a building and gestured to the door. the neon sign said ' steve's' he opened the door for me. the place was packed. filled with noisy chatter and the clinking of beer mugs, and now emptied shot glassed hitting the wooden bar.

" Sit at the bar Michael, I'll be right back. he nodded and sat at the bar.

I bumped into a balding man with a pot belly and a sunburn. his eyes widened. "Lila? been a while since I've seen you here.... so hows my favorite neice?" he said slinging his arm around my shoulders.

I chuckled "she's fine."

 he planted a kiss on my forehead"well that's just great... what can I do for ya ms.muscian... wanna use the stage... last set of the night cleared 10 minutes ago."he said

"s'like you read my mind uncle steve," he smiled, and looked at the group of young muscians.

"Oi, you lazy bastards get your asses on stage. we got one more act." the cluster of barely legal  kids groaned. and set down the beer mugs. i spun out from uncle steve's arm and walked on the stage. the eye burning lights snapped on making me squint my eyes a little bit. why was it so hard to see. eventually my vision cleared. I tapped the making sure it was on. the obnoxious chatter stopped.

"um, Hi I'm Lila"