I Met a Vampire Down in Santa Carla

Chapter Six

(A/N: Hey so this has a heavy topic. The mention of a lost pregnancy is in this chapter. It is part of her backstory and she is talking about it in more in-depth. I just wanted to do a warning.)

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I sit on the floor messing with an amp for the mic. We weren't ready for the next DND session so we decided band practice wouldn't be bad. "So you've been hanging out with him more" Kayla asks as she tunes her guitar. "Are you guys dating?"

"No" I shrug "We are just friends. I met his friends the other day though they were all pretty chill." 

"By yourself?" Lilly exclaims "Weren't you worried that something could've happened?"

"No, I trust David he hasn't given me any real reason not to. I find him-"

"We got a gig!" I am interrupted by Will bursting through the door like the fucking Kool-Aid man. 

"What, When?"  Josh looks up. 

"Next Wednesday at The Halo. They are throwing a psychobilly event and I'm friends with the owner's son." Will rambles on about it. How we would get three hundred for the whole thing? Arguments ensue. 

"I thought we agreed this was just for fun," Lilly groans.

"Yeah, besides you didn't think to ask first. We just started practicing and I don't know if we are ready," I mention the anxiety filling in my voice. I don't have stage fright but the thought of someone catching me singing covers of songs that Steve would disapprove of. Worse what if someone posted photos and saw me in all my get-ups for when we used to do shows? After a good scolding, we finally agreed that we needed to practice nightly till the show. That meant that after work I had to come straight here. Over the next week, we picked the songs we wanted to perform. We practiced and worked on our sound. 

It is now the night before our performance and I am closing up the tattoo shop. I feel hands on my shoulders "BOO!" I turn shrieking only for it to be David. I hit his arm as he laughed at me. 

"That wasn't funny jackass," I chuckle. 

"Then why are you laughing?" He teases. "Where have you been," 

"Oh, I'm sorry I've just been really busy. Will got us this gig at The Halo and we've just been practicing as much as possible." I shake my head walking to my car. "I didn't mean to ignore or make you feel forgotten I'm really sorry," 

"You didn't make me feel that way." He reassures "I was just curious why we haven't hung out." We have been texting and that is it. I missed hanging out with him. "So what time do you guys start," I felt all color leave my face. 

"Why?" I look at him freezing my eyes wide. 

"Well I'm coming of course," I blush bright red. What the fuck is wrong with me right now? I have never been so nervous for someone to come see me perform. Why does the mere thought of him being in the crowd make chills run down my spine? Do I really care what he would think? 

"Um yeah we start at ten," We get to the car "I have to go home so that I can get ready for tomorrow night." I smiled "I'll see you there" I tried to sleep but it was no use. All I can think about is how I might fuck up. How my voice might crack. Then the thoughts of what I would be wearing spill into my mind. All that anyone has seen me in lately was the long skirts or jeans. I always cover everything as per the rules. That wasn't me though. I loved the skirts sure, but I also love to wear tight-fitting pencil skirts that only go to my knees. I love showing some cleavage. I loved dresses that showed off my curves. What if I show what I love to wear and what I enjoy and he no longer wants to hang out thinking I'm a whore or some shit? I doubt he would but I can't deny the beliefs that have been etched into my brain by Steve all my life. 'Men don't want a woman who shows everything, not as a wife. You would be nothing more than a plaything if you show yourself as such'