The Gig (lrh)

Chapter 4 ~ "This happens to be a beauty pageant."

~Luke~
Although I knew the gig would be fun, I didn't really want to go. Normally I'm down for parties and whatever, but I knew that girls would be flirting with me at every second of the event. I honestly wasn't up for it. To be fair, I never really was. Talking: sure I'm down. Harmless flirting: sure I'm down. Sex: Fuck. No. I wasn't even ashamed to say I was a virgin, so when drunk girls came up to me at parties, I was gone like the wind. I didn't want that. I just went to parties and jamming sessions solely for the communication, the social part of it, the music. I mean I was in a band after all.
But I didn't want to go tonight.
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We slid the van door open directly in front of the entrance, we were a little early so there weren't many cars parked outside yet. Calum, Michael, and I hopped out of the van to be met with big black doors. This was a pretty big event for just a local band. I wish we could get gigs like this.
"You guys go in," Ashton's voice practically yelled over the loud engine. It was a pretty crappy van to be honest. "I'll go park this shit show."
Glad to know somebody agreed with me about the van.
"Hey!" Claim shouted in defense at Ashton's comment. "This happens to be a beauty pageant." He said patting on the top of his vehicle. For some reason, he seemed to be emotionally attached to it.
"Whatever you say, bud." Ashton remarked before we closed the doors and he was off to park, probably somewhere in the back.
Us three didn't say a word to each other before pushing through the heavy double doors, being greeted with only about ten people. We were really early.
"Well shit, mate." I heard Calum abruptly mention. It seemed out of no where to me, but the way he said it indicated much more than nothing.
"Don't look now, but there's someone special on the stage."
Of course ignoring his request, I quickly glanced toward the back of the practically empty large room. And there she stood. God, she looked good. Her shoulder length brown hair perfectly strait, but the layers made her look slightly grungy. Her eyes, that I hadn't seen without sunglasses, were a piercing green I was able to notice from the complete opposite Side of the room. She looked perfect on stage. Wait. Was she performing tonight? Seriously?
"What's the band playing tonight?" I asked turning to Calum and Michael.
"Do you think she's in it?" Michael asked me back, completely ignoring the question I had asked him first.
I hated it when he did that.
"By the looks of it, she is." Calum answered Michaels question, still ignoring mine.
I didn't bother to ask again. If someone doesn't answer me the first time, I'm not gonna bring it up again, just seemed pointless to me.
I looked back up the the stage to where she stood, this time her eyes met mine. I have to admit, she was intimidating, I think it was her eyes lined with black and her prominent cheek bones. She was also pretty tall. Admittedly, it wasn't a bad intimidate. Maybe that's the wrong word, more so, intriguing?
As soon as she seemed to notice me, she automatically looked away. Was she blushing? She turned to the boy standing next to her. I'm assuming that he's in the band too. He had blond hair swept to one side and a sharp jawline. She whispered something to him and he nodded in response. What was even happening at that point?
I was so flustered, so confused. More and more people flooded into the room that soon started blaring punk music from the dj to the far left of the room. I loved this song - The Anthem by Good Charlotte - but I couldn't stay. Ashton wasn't back yet, so I used it as an excuse to leave the room that was now set with mood lighting. I moved back to the door and pushed it open as fresh air hit my lungs. I hadn't been in there long, but it was enough to make me uncomfortable. I moved out of the way of the door, as people were still entering, and I leaned the back of my head against the cool brick wall. How the holy Hell was I supposed to go back in there?
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~Charlie~
Shit balls. The person I rejected this morning, or rather afternoon, was at my band's jamming session. The only thing that could come to mind was shit balls.
His crystal blue eyes met with mine and I could feel immense heat in my cheeks. Was I seriously blushing? Okay, maybe I need to get something checked out, because this is not normal. Not for me anyway. Getting flustered around boys was definitely not me.
I turned to Skylar and cupped my hand around his ear to prevent the arriving crowd from possibly seeing or hearing what I said.
"Bring the tall blond with the lip piercing back stage after the gig. I need to talk to him." He gave me a questioning glance but nodded. I think he had an idea about what for but it wasn't that. I didn't want sex from him. I just wanted to talk.
I usually didn't feel the need to justify myself to others, but with this opportunity, I might as well. I just wanted to explain why I rejected him.

He left the building shortly after. What did he have to do? I was interested in him for sure, but I didn't want to get involved with him, you see, I wasn't one to involve myself with others.
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(A/N)
I know, I know. Really crappy ending there, but hey, what are you gonna do. Well I mean I supposedly could change it, but I'm honestly too lazy.
Anyways, I hope you're enjoying so far. I know these have been really boring lately, but I'm trying my best to introduce the story to its fullest extent, so when it picks up it'll be (hopefully) awesome.
Thanks for reading :)
-Raven