Being a Rockstar's Girl.

Leaving Me Alone to Die is Worse Than Having the Guts to Kill Me.

"Babe! Come on! Alec says we have three hours to get ready! We are almost there babe!" I rolled over and sat up. "Marilyn, baby." He looked at me. "What?" I put my finger to my lips. "Shhhh." I turned over and went back to sleep. "Fine I'll just-" He was still talking but I didn't hear the rest. "Marilyn sent me to get you up. He said if I can't wake you to get Cara." "Cal I'm trying to sleep." All the sudden a body landed on top of mine. "What the hell?!" "Get up!" "Get off Cara! Cunt!" She pretended to be offended before laughing. She slapped my butt. "Get your ass up."

Finally I was up, I walked out the doors. And was picked up and kissed by Marilyn. I laughed and kissed him back.

"Why are you laughing? You haven't even seen y'alls outfits yet." Cal's head jerked towards Twiggy and I got a little nervous. "We are going now! Grab your bags, we already packed them, and follow us!" Ordered Marilyn. I went in my bunk, as did Cal, Andy and Cara. We all came out with black backpacks, and followed the boys out the door of the bus. Each guy grabbed his girl and began walking. We walked into the back entrance of a building. Each guy took his girl to a different room, we had already practiced the routine yesterday, so all we needed to do was get ready. Marilyn pulled me into a door on the right. "Alright. You can get changed in there. Let me know if you need help." I nodded and Marilyn showed me another room. I went in and opened my bag. A tight leather bra looking thing, along with a loose leather skirt, heels, and fish net stockings. The entire ensemble was black. I put it on with ease, I was suddenly happy that my stomach was flat. I didn't look bad, just whorish.

I left the room. "Damn! You look edible!" I laughed and looked at Marilyn. He was wearing black leather jeans, a black t-shirt and platform boots. He looked pretty sexy himself. I sat down and got my hair and makeup done. Leaving my jet black hair in long beach waves down my back. "Ready?" I got butterflies but nodded in response to Marilyn's question. We left the room and saw everyone else already ready. Twiggy's was wearing a baby blue dress, Pogo was wearing a red tux, and Zim was wearing a green t-shirt with black skin jeans.

I looked at Cara, she looked a lot like me, but not as boney. Her skirt was to her feet, unlike mine, which was just below my ass.

Cal wore the same thing as Cara, she looked uncomfortable. And Andy wore the same as Cara and Cal, her hair was in a bun on her head.

We all were obviously nervous. I was a little shaky, but Marilyn hugged me tightly, calming my nerves. I heard the crowd screaming and felt sick. Marilyn hugged me tighter. "It's okay baby." He whispered in my ear. I nodded. "Let's go." We all followed Twiggy as he led us out onto stage. It was pitch black, but we knew our way.

We all took our places. Twiggy to the right of Marilyn, Zim to the left, and Pogo in the back. There were four platforms, one on either side of Pogo and two down stage, closer to the crowd. Cara went on the right of Pogo and Cal went on the left of him. The other two were a little further from Pogo and closer to the ground. Andy went between Marilyn and Twiggy and I went between Zim and Marilyn. Both mine and Andy's platforms differed from Cal and Cara's because they had steps. These steps were there so Andy and I could walk down them and be with the boys. All platforms had poles in the center, I'm sure you can guess what that was for.

After we were all set, spot lights came on and fog trailed the floor. "Are you motherfuckers ready?!" The crowd cheered and screamed, and the girls and I posed on our poles. Men whistled and cheered and girls screamed, some for us, some for the guys. I laughed at myself because not many people knew I was bisexual, only Marilyn and Andy.

"I can't fucking hear you motherfuckers!" They screamed louder. My heart thudded but my adrenaline soon kicked in. I slid my body against the pole. Marilyn began with his song Lunchbox. A blue spot light shined on Cara and a red on Cal. The spot lights would switch so that red was on Cara and blue on Cal. A green shined on Andy and a purple on myself. "Big bully try to stick his finger in my chest, try to tell me, tell me, he's the best, well I don't really give a good goddamn!" I listened to Marilyn's singing while I did my routine. Marilyn slowly and rather hesitantly walked towards me. He offered me his hand and I walked down the steps. He held my hand up while singing and I slowly slid down his body, doing exactly what we had practiced. When I bent and attempted to rise he gave the illusion that he was pushing me down and pulling me back up, so it appeared like I was rubbing my entire body against his crotch.

Andy got down and ran her hand along Twiggy's cheek and neck. I continued stripping on Marilyn and he changed songs. I returned to my platform and observed the crowd. There was a girl at the foot of the stage that had light brown hair and green eyes. She was gorgeous and looked to be struggling to stay standing in the crowd.

I just continued to dance. Marilyn ended that song. "See up here you fuckers? That's my girl!" Marilyn pointed me out and the crowd cheered. "That's all she gets?!" He screamed into the mic. The crowd screamed louder.

"That's better fuckers!" They cheered. I kept my eyes on the girl with brown hair. As I watched her a guy shoved her out of the way and she fell down. Cara saw too. I looked back at her and she shook her head. Signaling not to get off my platform and break the routine. I looked at her again when the people began shoving her again after she had stood up. Marilyn began his next song and I began my dancing. Watching the girl the entire time. She was pushed again. I couldn't help it. I got off my platform and walked down, Marilyn looked at me and continued his song. He watched me walk to the edge of the stage and watched men try to grab me. There were a few women trying to pull off my skirt. Marilyn came over and tried to pull me away. I pushed him off.

I reached my hand down and tried to grab the girl's hand, she reached up and grabbed mine. She looked about Cal's age. She looked at me, nervous. "I don't wanna dance!" She yelled over the crowd. I nodded. "But you don't wanna be pushed either!" I screamed back. She nodded and I pulled her up on stage. "Just go with it!" I yelled and whispered at the same time. She nodded and I pulled her up slowly to my platform. She followed. I positioned her and began dancing on her. The crowd got excited and the band understood what I was doing. I continued to dance on her and run my hands over her face and waist. "Join in, trust me, it's okay." I whispered and she obeyed. She slowly ran her hands over my body and slid her body down mine. I grabbed her hand and slowly walked her down to Marilyn, we both danced on him, on either side. Marilyn ended his song and grabbed my face before kissing me hard. His hand ran down my back and down my leg. I ran my hand down his body. The crowd screamed. "Say goodbye to Twiggy and his girl Andy! Pogo and his girl Cara! And Zim and his girl Cal! Kill your parents motherfuckers!" Marilyn threw the microphone into the crowd and we walked off stage. I pulled the girl behind me while Marilyn pulled me behind him.