Little One (A Johnny Stevens Fanfiction)

One

Here I am, standing outside of tonight's venue, scared out of my mind. I'm performing at the Howling Wolf tonight, which is a bar, and I'm performing right before a big band. Highly Suspect was the name of the band. I really had no clue of anything about them, I wanted to focus purely on my performance so I didn't fuck it up. This was an important day for me. I'm not sure why they booked me before this band. I'm a nobody, just another chick trying to make it in the industry -and not succeeding I might add. I took a deep breath and walked into the bar. They checked me at the door because they thought I was some random trying to get in early- go figure. I showed them my performer's lanyard and they let me in. I immediately sat at the bar. The bartender asked me if I needed anything and I told her I was alright for the moment. I would definitely need a drink later though. I sat there and contemplated my life choices for about 15 minutes before ordering two somewhat unusual shots- that would get me good. The bartender looked at me odd but then turned away to make the shots. Just then, a very tattooed man took the bar seat two next to me. I turned to look at him and I became flustered. He looked at me and smirked as I blushed.

"Well hello," He said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

"Uh.. hi," I said nervously while mentally facepalming myself. "So I'm guessing you're one of the band members that's playing tonight?"

He turned to me and seemed almost surprised that I hadn't known who he was, "Yeah, I am. The singer actually. Johnny Stevens." He smiled at me and stuck his hand out in my direction. I put my hand in his and shook it lightly.

I smiled back at him, "Lydia Jacobs. Nice to meet you finally." The bartender then set the shots down in front of me.

He looked at me and laughed, "What is that?"

"Its um... hah... I just call it... 'The Invincible Shot.' I call it that because it just takes away all the stress and anxiety I guess...it makes me feel.. well.. invincible. Haha. You can have the other one if you'd like. I was going to drink it but I can always buy another one." The bartender laughed a bit and went to clean her counter. He nodded with a smirk and I slid him the second shot. And with a slight clink of the shot glasses, bottoms up they went. He winced a bit but laughed afterwards.

"Damn. That was a slap in the face. You've got good taste though, I've gotta give it to you. I'd like to catch up with you after the show. If you'll allow me?"

"I'd love that," I smiled. "I better get going now. I've gotta get ready."

"Alright," he smiled at me. "I'll see you later then."

I nodded and headed to my van to get ready.