Let the Music Play

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All that I remember, is that you had me at hello. (1)

Attached: "Can We Dance" - The Vamps

    Unexpected events can lead you to the best and worst times of your life. Depending what that event is you are impacted in unforgettable ways. Unexpected pregnancy for instance; it's a joyful yet fearful thing. Also unexpected pop quizzes, you are either fucked or you skillfully let your brain ace your test for you. Going out with my idiot friends is my unexpected event tonight. A pugnacious group of three teenagers, pounded on my apartment door about an hour ago, demanding that I accompany them to some kind of club atmosphere. Since they aren't the people you simply say no to, I changed into my signature outfit of all black, and met them at the car. 

    As we strolled towards the entrance of a new hot spot —which happened to be celebrating its grand opening— in the rural town of Sydney, Ashton; my dimpled, and agonizingly annoying best friend was starting off his safety speech. "First of all-" "Ashton do you really need to the repeat the same rules every time we go out?" Luke interrupted him, groaning before Ashton could get his first sentence into the air. Ash rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, almost in a disappointed father action, "Fuck off Luke, anyways I'm just gonna summarize it, since you guys are assholes." He said, pretending to be aggravated. I silently thanked whoever is up there, because Ashton was not one to summarize. "Use protection, we don't want another pregnancy scare, Luke. Second, I'm driving so get as wasted as you want, but the first one who pukes in my new car is getting tied to a flagpole naked, and finally, ever since Luke brought up the idea of being in a band, I've been thinking about it, and I really thing there is something to play on, but I know Michael and Calum haven't been to keen on the offer. This place is perfect to get a feel for what being a band is." He continued.

      "Bands and Booze?" Michael questioned. "My cousin, got a job here so he says we get our first two drinks free, and since his girlfriend is in the band that plays tonight he wanted me here to meet her." He explained. I shrugged my shoulders, honestly not giving a damn who is dating who and why we are here, I just want my beer and conquest of the night. I haven't been laid since last week, not since that redhead who knew how to use her skilled tongue. When we push the doors open, the first thing in my view is the empty stage in the center. It's circular, allowing the whole room to get a full view of whoever will be crapping on "Today's hits". Separating from my group of friends I pull out a stool from the bar and situate myself upon it. Straight away I order one of the draft beers on display.

      After taking a large gulp, I see a figure sit beside me from the corner of my eye. I tap my fingers on the bar platform and turn on my charm. The stools thankfully are maneuverable so I twist my body to face the beauty to my right. She was sexy as fuck, I felt my pants getting tight just imagining her under me. She was curvy, not at all thin like most girls strive to be. She was perfect, her breasts peeking out from the black pocket tee she adorned herself with and her ass looked so fucking huge in those ripped skinny jeans. Though I hadn't seen her face, I was awaiting an abuser of plastic surgery, instead I'm surprised. Her nose was small, not narrow, but not uncomfortably large. Her cheekbones were defined with a bronzer, it didn't looks cakey at all, which is what is usually expected. Her eyes were fucking gorgeous, they were a light brown, a darker shade incasing her pupil, her eyelids were marked with a sharp point, making her eyes look larger.

      "Hey." I stated, pulling my mouth into a smirk. She faced me, giving me a smile. "Hello." She replied, taking a glance at my body. Her voice was mellifluous, the two syllable word falling from her lips softly. I felt my confidence grow as she showed more interest, glancing between my face and my tattoos. "Let me buy you drink, beautiful." I flirted shamelessly. She agreed instantly, saying she was in desperate need of a release tonight. Luckily for her, I was waiting to destress her at a moments notice. "So what is a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this." I ask, using the cheesy and overused line. She bit her lip trying to contain her laugh, her eyes lighting up. "Is that what you tell all the girls?" She chuckled, biting her lip as the sound escaped her. I begin to feel embarrassed, and turn my head away from her to see the stage being set up, the label on the drums read 'Sex On The Radio" in red and black font. When I turn back she has disappeared and I feel my boner deflate like an air balloon. Disappointed, I sigh and ask for another beer, knowing I'll have to pay for the second downing.