Let the Music Play

2

Broken Hearts Parade, I've never been better than I am today. (2)

Attached: Photo of Charlotte
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    Nerves. Angry butterflies floating around in your insides, making you want to puke out your guts all over your new shoes. No, not butterflies, rage full moths that ruin your whole night. Whether it be getting on stage, or presenting your class project, giving a speech, the nerves were endless, and tortuous. But, there were ways to get rid of them. For example, Ang liked to drink a bottle Pepsi before a show, to make her voice raspy and her stomach full of air. Wendy, liked to make out with her boyfriend, publicly. And Jessy didn't r nervous, she just sat on her phone, tweeting mindlessly.

      I walked around the venue, getting a feel of the atmosphere. Usually, I'd be walking around with my boyfriend, but I no longer have one. I was okay, but okay is such a neutral word. I don't believe that okay really describes anything, it's something you say people off your back. I was with him for about two years. We fought a lot and we were unhappy but we loved each other. We came to terms that loving someone and needing someone are two different things. It sucks that he decided today was the day to end it all, right before one of my shows. I'd be lying if I said I was okay. I missed him and there was nothing wrong with that, but it was wrong that I was more nervous than I've ever been in my life. After exiting the back room they had for performers, I walked out into the main space.

     Based off my own studies of the riots of singlehood, me and my ladies made a checklist to being single after a breakup. First, you had to let loose, you were no longer tied down to one man who God knows didn't deserve you. Second, find a boy hotter than your ex lover and take him home, you were hot, you were sexy and you were out on the prowl for blissful ecstasy. Next, you needed girl dates, your friends have been there for you this entire time, show them you appreciate them by inviting them out to lunch or some fun event going on. Ultimately, you didn't need to complete steps one and two, after a breakup all you needed was the support of your girlies with a few glasses of red wine until you hiccuping your troubles away. A man will not define you, and you should never let him. The reason people date is to find someone to be apart of their lives, not someone who becomes it. It will destroy you.

     Ang had offered to wander about with me but I kindly refused her offer as I wanted to get a drink from the bar. As I approached there was boy situated on one of the stools. For a split second I thought it was my ex, fixing my hair and straightening my posture before I made my way over. As I walked behind him to approach him from his left I noticed his back, his shoulder blades were prominent. Am I the only one who finds backs attractive? Probably.

      I leaned on the bar table, glancing at all the alcoholic beverages on display, waiting for to pick my poison. "Hey" the man beside me greeted. I faced him, captivated by his good looks. "Hello." I said seductively, I don't know what was going through my mind at the time but I decided my first night of being single should start out with a bang. "Let me buy you a drink beautiful." He flirted, sending me a wink, before calling over the bartender, who also happened to be Wendy's boyfriend Peter. I smiled at him and ordered gin and tonic. Tonight was going to be something else, I can feel it. "Heavy drinker?" The nameless man to my left prodded. I shook my head, with a small smile on my face, "Just looking for something get mind off my crappy life." With that i threw my head back and allowed the damage to be done.

      "So what's a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?" He questioned. I bit my lip at stared up at the ceiling in amusement, trying to contain the laughter that could bubble out of me. I turn my head to left and see Wendy wave me over, it was time to get up on that stage and try not to fail completely. I was going to tell the unnamed boy beside me I had to run, but he was avoiding my stare. I inwardly sighed, as I had managed to do the opposite of attract men. I grabbed my guitar and stepped on to the circular platform in the center of the room. I smiled at my band mates, cleared my throat away from the mic, and introduced our band. "If you know any of the songs we play for you tonight, please don't be shy, and join in." I added quickly before I played the opening chords to a song I've known since I was fourteen.

     As a teen, I was occasionally picked on by fellow students about my weight. At home, my relationship with my mom and step father were rocky, and the only way o could find myself at peace was with a bad by the name of Good Charlotte. My mom was a fan of them around November when I was born, the minute I was removed from her stomach she bestowed upon me the name Charlotte. I met Ang in the eighth grade, by humming along to this same song, in our schools bathroom, since then we sang together and became extremely close. After closing off the first song with a group jump, we proceeded to play two more songs. It's crazy how I got to this point. How we got to this point. We were just four girls looking for a way to make money without putting in effort, in a garage, with a few broken microphones and old guitars, and now we were out and about putting our name on the map.

      The crowd blessed us with standing ovation causing me to blush, yet still send a grateful smile. I handed Ang my guitar and began to walk back to the bar, my confidence was escaping me, growing bigger after nailing this gig, I was accomplished. I'm blocked on my path to the alcohol paradise by a tall figure. "You were amazing." He complimented me. I sent him a soft smile and thanked him. I stared at him, not fully understanding that I looked creepy, and admired his facial features. Grabbing his hand a leading him towards the back room where I had left my purse and guitar, I turned to him when we entered the room, my belongings in hand. "My place or yours?" I asked him. I didn't even know if he wanted to come home with me, but I did know that I did not want to be alone, I wanted sex. Hot, quick, amazing sex, and I was hoping he could please me.

      After agreeing to come to my flat, we walked beside each other towards my car, it was a blue truck that I used to move out instrument around without having to dismantle anything. He sat in the passengers seat, after helping me place my guitar in the back seat. I noticed he didn't click his seatbelt, as I had done, but I wasn't anyone to tell him to put it on, so I left him be. I drove to my house which was not at all far from the venue, and parked the car in my apartment complex. We walked up one story, our hands exploring each other's bodies, while our tongue's molded together. I opened the first door on the right the boy had grabbed my ass during the time I had fumbled with my keys and I felt a jolt of lust pulse through me. I was clearly aroused, he was sexy and I was desperate. I knew I would regret this but my body is yearning for a touch of something foreign, and judging by his accent this catch was Australian.
     
      When I closed the door, he pressed me up against it, feathering kisses alongside my neck before sucking harshly. I let out soft moans as we maneuvered over to my bed, our clothes trailing behind us as we neared closer. He laid me on my back and swirled his tongue around the nub of my breast. My back arching to get him closer. I was never a needy person, nor was I ever one to beg, but this boy loved to tease me and I was not having it. I flipped us over so that I could take control, leaving kisses down his abdomen, stopping at his happy trial, something I found extremely attractive. I took his length in between my legs and allowed him to watch as I rubbed it around my heat. He was biting his plump lips, and muttering curse words under his breath. As we came together, I plopped down on the bed next to him, feeling invigorated. I hear soft snores and roll my eyes. "Really?" I whispered. I was planning to kick him out before he could fall asleep. Making plan to leave a note and escape in the morning, I too let sleep take over and shut my eyes.

The next morning:

      I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing, the alarm I had set for ten am had dispatched and I was no where near ready to leave my bed. The boy from last night was sprawled across the sheets, with a bit of drool escaping his mouth. He looked quite peaceful and cute, but thankfully tonight I can reside in my bed alone with no tall male occupying a quarter of the space. Sneaking out was effortless as I changed into some shorts and a random shirt laying on the floor. As I walked by the kitchen I saw a stack of sticky notes on the counter. "Do I thank him? Am I supposed to?" I questioned myself mentally. After pondering for a few seconds I grab a pen and write a note to the boy in my bed. As I edit the house I stick it on the back of the door so I can make sure he will see it. I think I'm officially ready to be single.

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