The Summer at Lake Minnetonka (Completed)

II

April 2nd, 1983.

That same evening

I was really contemplating going back to First Avenue, I usually didn't even go there during my free time anyways unless I was really bored. The girls all left earlier to get ready to go back, they were far more excited about this than I was. If anything, I was more nervous than excited. I had been pacing the floor of my room for the past ten minutes, Khalia being no help as she laid across my bed and watched.

I kept repeating the same mantra over and over, "I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm calm."

"If you were any calmer, Sapphire, you'd be dead."

"Sorry, if you haven't noticed I'm really nervous."

"I noticed. What's the big deal? It's not like you're going to be meeting him. You're only going there to watch him and his band," Khalia keeps her eyes on me as I finally decide to sit down next to her on the bed. I know exactly who she's referring to, it's a surprise that she knows more about them than I do. Maybe because she goes with her friends to First Avenue more often than I do in her spare time.

"I don't know. I mean, I've heard.... things about him."

"And you're letting these things make you nervous? He may turn out to be really nice and these rumors are clouding your judgement."

"I guess you're right."

"I'm always right. Now, go and get me those digits," she smacks me playfully on the butt as I walk over to my closet.

"If I do that, the only thing he's getting is 5 to 10," I joke with her as I pull on my jacket to prepare for the weather outside. I was really beginning to dread the Spring months, if only Summer came a little faster. I grab the keys to my 1983 Porsche, courtesy of my Aunt and one of her rich ex-boyfriends. They couldn't stand each other after a few months together, but he strangely ended things on good terms and gave her the car. She wanted nothing to do with it so she handed it off to me as a "very early birthday gift."

I couldn't complain and neither could Khalia whenever I took her to school in it.

Driving to First Avenue is a lot faster than having to run almost 20 blocks, so I get there within a short amount of time and park in my usual spot that hides my car from potential thieves. The front of the club is packed with people just waiting to get in there. The line is practically halfway down the street at this point.

I hug my jacket closer to my body as I approach the crowd so I can locate the girls. That's short-lived when the same bodyguard from earlier spots me in the crowd and gestures me over towards the door. "Your friends are already inside; I'll escort you to them." I follow behind him closely, scooting by tons of people just to get to them. He points me to the table where they're sitting, sipping on different drinks and dancing in their seats to the music playing throughout the club.

"Looks like you guys started the fun without me," I walk up to the table that sits near the stage and get myself situated, facing the stage. India hands me a drink which I quickly knock back, which calms me down a little. Everyone begins getting close to the stage, close enough to touch the microphone that sits empty up there.

"They've got this place packed tonight, they must be a hot show," Poppy comments as we wait patiently for it to start.

"I'll believe it when I see it, Pops." As if cue, the lights cut out and the crowd roars. The cheers seem to get louder and louder the longer the lights stay out, until a catchy beat begins. Then a voice begins to speak.