Heroin(e)

Chapter Seven

Swiftly I changed out of my dress and back into my regular clothes. Celine seemed disappointed I was leaving so early but I had a concert to catch. At least I worked for a couple hours, right? I slipped the money I earned into my shoe and slipped on my leather jacket. Margot and Barbara watched me pack up. 

"Tell us all about it when you get back," Margot said, beaming. She fiddled with her Maasai necklace. I smiled back. 

"I will," I said suddenly nervous. It had been years since I went to a concert. The last one I saw was at CBGB's when I was sixteen with Ramona. But how bad could it be?

"Give us every disgusting detail," Barbara said glancing at Jeanie who was talking to Celine. "Make her green with envy."

"Naturally," I said heaving my bag over my shoulder. Jeanie came to work very upset and let everyone know about it. Apparently she had tried to get concert tickets earlier but they were already sold out. I suggested she not wait until last minute and she hissed at me. It didn't help when I mentioned I had gotten a ticket. She looked ready to turn me upside down and shake it out of me. "I'll see you guys," I said waving at them. They waved back and I made my way out of the club toward the back door. Jeanie gave me one last glare before I left.

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After dropping my bag off at home I rushed to the pub where the band would be playing. It was already packed by the time I squeezed my way in and reeking of cigarettes. The smell brought back some fond memories and I wished I had picked up a pack of smokes from the store. Making my way to the bar I ordered a whiskey on ice and sat there quietly waiting for the band to come on. I felt my hands get sweaty. What in fuck's name was I getting so nervous about? Maybe being disappointed. This band had been so hyped up by the other girls and their studio songs playing in the club but what if they didn't have what it took to play a live show? I'd heard about bands like that. You bought their records and nothing more. I would have ditched work for nothing. I'd have to go home and gripe about it to Scout. 

Soon enough the music started and the bar cheered. There on the tiny stage at the front of the joint was a kid in a school uniform. I thought maybe he had snuck up there but instead he started playing the guitar. 

And damn could he play. 

There was no way he was part of the band. He couldn't be....he had a satchel and everything! Another man came out playing his own guitar and the rest of the band had filed in; bassist, drummer, and singer.

Wait.

Wait a fucking minute.

I narrowed my eyes. I even rubbed them to make sure I wasn't seeing things. The singer onstage had long, dark brown almost black hair with large doe like eyes. There were tattoos all over his arms and he wasn't even wearing a shirt. His voice came loud and clear towards the bar where I was sitting and I knew instantly where I had heard that voice. 

It was him singing over the club speakers.

It was him talking to me at the diner. 

It was him at the laundromat.

It was him right there onstage singing his heart out about screwing a chick. 

My mouth hung open like a cave. I couldn't believe I had never put the two together. This new band in town? Bon being in a band? The lead singer no fucking less? I could have drowned myself in whiskey for being so clueless. This whole time I listened to Jeanie rant and rave about how gorgeous this lead singer was and how she was going to do anything to get with him when I had been casually making friends with him!

I sort of smiled. Jeanie would be so jealous.

Pushing all my swirling thoughts aside, I tried sitting back and enjoying the show. Their music was even better than I imagined it would be. This was a band that could play live music. Once in a while the kid in the uniform would catch my eye as he rolled around on the stage and threw his clothes off halfway through. Most of the time my eyes were locked on Bon who looked to be having the time of his life.