One In A Million

xxxvi

With my sleek phone in hand, I half-mindedly steered my way through the salon, my sunglasses making their way into a free hand. My lips parted slightly, I signed in for my appointment and sat by the window, waiting for a certain blonde to show up.

I hummed over the purr of hair dryers; squint into the sunlight streaming through the big windows and sneezed at the scent of acetone.

When Jenna came, we both sat down as our hair was done. Her dirty blonde locks were set into a bun, while mine were just straightened, brushed and stripped of all pink-ness left. My stylist drew a comb of surf spray through it and sent me to get my nails done.

Unlike the bubbly Jenna, I didn't get my nails covered in pink polish and glitter. I opted for a French mani-pedi. We finished with getting our makeup done. Both of us got smokey eyes and red lips.

When we were done, I paid and we strut out the glass doors.

"Where's your mom?" I asked, bumping my shoulder into hers in order to get her attention.

"Huh?" she hummed, "Oh! Right there in the Pruis."

I nodded and quickened my pace, matching Jenna's. She had her mom roll the window down and unlock the doors. From there, she pulled the two clothing bags out and handed one to me. I took it, her hand, then jogged back to the salon, where we ran into the bathrooms and stripped.

I pulled my clothes out and smiled at the earlier decided choice. A white tank top with gold studs on the shoulders; black skinny jeans with lace in the rips; tall black booties with dripping gold studs; black earrings and gold rimmed aviators. I changed into the outfit, careful not to smudge my makeup.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

"Perfect," I breathed.

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"Hey, princess!" Vincent chirped once we got into the dark, empty club.

I hugged him with a smile, "'Ey! Where is everyone?"

Jenna looked at him with a smile, but didn't say anything. He ignored my question and smiled at her.

"Jenna?" his smooth voice trilled, "Nice to meet you. Any friend of James' is a friend of mine."

She laughed, "Why thank you, Prince Charming."

Vincent - having completed his job - looked to me with a proud smile, "Where is everyone? In the back, hold on."

He jogged away, light on his feet.

I turned to Jenna with a smirk, "Hot, right?"

"If I tell you the truth, I see your fist in my future." she dead panned.

That only made my smirk grow, "He's hot." I turned away as Vincent peeked out of the curtain a few yards away.

"Step right this way, ladies." he bounced down the stairs and gestured to an area in front of the stage.

We followed orders, our heels clicking as we walked. Vincent took my hand and helped me jump onstage, then left to help Jenna.

He saw my skeptical look and chuckled, wrapping his strong arm around my hips, latching his fingers onto the protruding bone.

He whistled, "Boys!"

And there they stood. Three perfectly unkempt boys in all their majestic glory.

"They make up the rest of Men Of Marz.." he gestured to the tall one with quiffed sandy-brown hair, "Brian Roker." then the shorter one with dark brown hair and a wide nose, "Grant Hils."

And the next one greeted me with a beautiful smile. My eyes widened when I realized him.

"And-"

"Jared Falter." I finished.

"And James Stomp." he smiled.

I laughed deeply, shaking Vincent's arm, "He's from soccer! The morning after our date! The Liverpool Dragons!"

"Shhh James!" Jared hushed me, "Vincent, she was the girl I told you about that didn't get in because of Lysod."

Vincent's eyes widened in realization, "Oooooh!"

I giggled, "So, you wanted to show me something?"

"Oh! Heartbreak Girl!" Grant did a stupid dance and made it behind his drums.

I smiled when I saw Jenna giggling. Slapping her arm, she smiled at me with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Yes ma'am we do! A cover of one of Vincent's favorite bands, directly from his home country-slash-Continent-slash-state-slash-city thing!" Brian laughed, standing behind his mic.

Vincent bowed, lining up behind his mic and electric guitar. Jared winked at me before plugging in the keyboard and motioning to Vincent.

The opening chords played and Jenna and I danced - never stopping as the boys played, Vincent and Brian singing the whole time.

"You call me up,

It's like a broken record

Saying that your heart hurts..."

A hand grabbed mine, stopping the dancing. I brushed my hair to the side as Vincent's sweet voice filled my head.

"I dedicate this song to you,

The one who never sees the truth,

That I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl.

Hold you tight straight through the day light,

I'm right here. When you gonna realise

That I'm your cure, heartbreak girl?"

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Vincent: C U 2morrow? Airport?

James: Chicago, baby!

Vincent: Time of our short lives ;)

James: Party on floor 52!

Vincent: 'Night babe. Happy early b-day.