Blood In The Cut (Wattys 2017)

Chapter 2

(Song suggestion: "Blood In the Cut" by K. Flay)

Our bus pulled into the back of the club and we could see the small mob of our growing fans crowding around our bus. Luckily, security was there to take care of that. I love my fans and they're really more like friends than fans in my opinion. They are the reason we're here tonight. I walk out of the bus and began waving to the crowd erupting screams from them. "WE LOVE YOU, ANA!" a young teen girl yelled out to me holding up a HELIUM poster that had a picture of our entire band on it.

"I love you too!" I said to her as I walked over to her, grabbed the marker out of her hand, and signed the poster for her. I could see the tears in her eyes start to form as the shock began to set in her face. I gave her a hug and she really began to sob then. As I walked away, I noticed a black Audi SUV pull up, and a beautiful god stepped out of the car. As he looked up, his beautiful steely grey eyes met my powder blue ones. It took all my will power to not faint. I could feel myself flush as I was rooted to the ground beneath me.

It was almost like his gaze was holding me there. I was suddenly yanked back to reality as Patrick grabbed my arm and began pulling me to the door. "Come on, Ana. We've gotta set up," he said to me. I hesitantly looked away from the beautiful grey eyed copper haired man and began making my way through the crowd and walked through the door. The guards led us to separate dressing rooms - girls in one room, boys in another.

I was still in shock from my encounter with the god, but I had to focus because I could not fuck this performance up tonight. It's really important that we do our best tonight.

"Okay girls, let's run through this schedule one more time: we open with "Blood In the Cut" to get the crowd all riled up and continue with our cover of "Sex On Fire." We then end with "Code Blue" with Pattie singing lead to get the lovers all worked up." The girls nod in agreement and began whooping in excitement.

I take off my leather jacket, and since I know I'm gonna be hot on stage, I trade my long sleeve crop top for a short sleeve one. I place my beautiful, black electric guitar over my body and take one last look at myself in the mirror.

I took one good deep breath, and then made my out of the room with girls behind me and the boys filing into the line. As we walk up onto the stage, I can see the large crowd, and I nearly freak out when I see the grey eyes again. He's just staring at me and I just flush all over again. The crowd must be ready because they start yelling as the see us setting up on stage. The mic is at the front of the stage and I step up to it. I've never been this nervous before, and I mainly believe it's due to Mr. Beautiful Eyes scaring me shitless. "Hey everyone," I said into the mic and gave the crowd a soft smile.

They went wild when I began speaking. "So, I think we'll start with "Blood In the Cut," I said to Pattie, "What do you think babe?" The media loved the illusion of us being brother and sister in interviews, but calling us cute names in front of fans to keep them going. He looked up at me and gave me his "You're fucking hilarious" smile. "I agree, darling," he laughed out. The crowd went wild when he kissed my cheek and began strumming his guitar. I joined in and began singing: "The baller's got another girl. He might be fucking her right now." When I perform, I get wild. I dance and jump up and down to keep the crowd riled up.

"With the crack of a whip and some blood in the cut!" I noticed Kate getting really into it as well. "Nanananananana! I need noise!" I was smiling out at the crowd as I finished the song up. "Thank you!" I huffed out into the mic as they were yelling out my name.

I saw grey eyed mister sitting back in his booth with a satisfied smile on his face.

Patrick moved to the front mic as I began strumming the notes for our "Sex On Fire" cover. The crowd began yelling in recognition of the song as I continued strumming and Pattie began singing. As the chorus cane around, I looked at grey eyed mister and bit my lip as the lyrics "This sex is on fire" rolled around and I bit my lip as I began to blush. Fuck. What is happening to me?

Pattie walked over to me with the mic in his hand and got down on his knees as I continued strumming my guitar. "And girrrrrrrl your sex is on fire!" He finished the song and the crowd was even more hyper than before. I was out of breath from all the dancing and jumping I was doing, and we had a 10 minute break to do whatever we wanted before our final performance, so I made my way down to the bar. The bartender was eyeing me and batting her eyelashes at me. Fuck. I forgot that there are rumors out there about me being a lesbian and messing around with Kate, but none of that is true. I'm not used to being hit on by females. "Um, may I just get a bottle of water?" I asked nervously. "Sure thing, sweetie. It's on the house," she said to me as she handed me the water, brushing her fingers against mine. Fuck. Sorry lady; I don't swing that way.

I mumbled out a simple "thank you" to her and ended up running into what felt like a brick wall when I turned around. Strong hands grabbed me by my shoulders as I looked up into those eyes. "Are you alright, Miss Steele?" his silky voice asked me. I tried to come up with a sentence, but I'm rooted once again, so I just nod. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Christian Grey. I own this club." I gasped. Fuck. I just rammed into the owner of this nightclub. "I-I'm really sorry then, Mr. Grey. It was my fault," I garbled out. "No apologies necessary, Miss Steele. You're a great performer by the way. I would love to have your band perform here every weekend or every 2 weeks. Please give me a call, and let me know." He pulled out a card and handed it to me and headed back to his booth. Fuck. The electricity between us was so intense and I let out the breath I was holding.