How Not To Be A Groupie

Chapter Sixteen: The Glamour Girls

We followed the crowd inside and made our way through the building. This place wasn't much of a party place. But since the show hadn't even started yet maybe it was just too early. After all, you never arrived to a party with a lampshade already on your head. You had to earn it over the course of the night.

And I would earn my lampshade. I would party with the best of them. 

Because that was what I was. A party animal. 

Cue my sarcasm. 

I didn't have to prove myself to anyone but I wanted to prove to myself that I could keep up with these guys. I could stay up late like I did at the bar and I could take care of myself if someone offered me unwanted substances. I could tell anyone no if I wanted. Stelle found us some chairs to sit on and I opened my notebook, writing. The roadie crew were hustling in every direction getting the stage ready. I could hear someone testing the microphone, making sure he could be heard from every corner of the room without ear splitting feedback. 

Now how to get to the band from here...

I heard somewhere that soundcheck was a good time to find any stray members of the band. If I could catch the eye of one tiny lead guitarist I could lure him into a private interview and ask him questions I'd been dying to for years. Unless someone else got to him first....

I kept peeking toward the curtain where the stage was behind. Where the band might have been. Perhaps they were in a dressing room somewhere getting dolled up. I must have been staring too intently at nothing because Stelle waved her hand in front of my face. "Hello?" she asked. "You there?"

"Oh, sorry," I said snapping out of my trance.

"Excited for the show?" she asked. "I am. I can get some great shots from the wings and even better ones if they'd let me go out onstage." Bon walked by helping a roadie carry an amplifier out to the stage and he smiled at us. Stelle gave him a flirty wave and I grinned like an idiot. I remembered our ride on the bus and started to write out our conversation. "You're gonna fill that whole thing up soon writing like that."

"I don't want to miss anything," I said. 

"Me either." Stelle stood up. "There's some roadies over there in a circle looking absolutely perfect." She readied her camera. "Completely relaxed, totally natural...I'll be right back." She went over to the roadies quietly, and stealthily got some photos of them. I won't lie, photography looked awfully fun. 

But journalism was pretty good too. 

"Hey," a woman's voice said. I looked up to see a group of women standing over me. They weren't dressed outrageously but something told me people paid attention to them when they walked in the room. "You're the new one, aren't you?" she asked chewing gum.

"I guess so," I said. 

"We're new too," she said gesturing to her group. "Met the band yet?"

"A few of them," I said, growing suspicious. 

"We were wondering if you could tell them we want to meet them," one of the others spoke up. "Just to talk."

Uh huh....

"Is that possible?" the first woman asked. Well....technically it was entirely possible to introduce the band to this group and it was even more possible the band would be very interested. And it'd give me an excuse to be looking for them in the first place. To pass on a message. 

"Sure," I said. They smiled.

"Great," the woman said. "Tell them we're the Glamour Girls. We make it a point to get to know all the popular bands."