Darkest Times

7

************************************~~Allan's POV~~
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I stretched as the boys dusted off the equipment. It wasn't too hard. I was definitely worried about Destiny. But I had to be calm. I thought about Chloe. That butt wiggle earlier was very fuckin hot. Oof. I can't get a boner now. I'm in jeans.

"Yo!" Freddy, our manager, said. "We're on the news homies!"

Holy shit.

We can't blow it. We have to be perfect.

I cracked my knuckles and grabbed my guitar.

"Ready dudes and dude-ettes?" Pete asked.

"Yes!" Becky replied as she spun her drumsticks.

"Let's get this shit over with." I replied.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Pete's father said. "Please welcome to the stage from right here in Long Island, the Long Island Street Geeks!!"

We all walked out to loud cheers. From old timers looking for an escape to young children up way past their bedtime. I smiled. Let's go.

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Damn was this show amazing. I felt in my element. But then I remembered the last song. The one Chloe had requested.

"Thank you all so much for this amazing night!" I said as the crowd began to cheer. "We have one more song for you. This song was heavily requested. Stephen, this is for you."

Dale began to play the piano. Chills went down my spine.

It was time for a sweet victory.

The winner takes all
It's the thrill of one more kill
The last one to fall
Will never sacrifice their will

Don't ever look back
On the world closing in
Be on the attack
With your wings on the wind
Oh, the games will begin.

And its sweet sweet sweet victory, yeah!
It's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight.
And it's sweet sweet sweet victory, yeah!
And the one who's last to fall.
The winner takes all.

You don't win no silver,
Oh, You only lose the gold,
You push with a fever for your time keeps tolling on,

Against all the odds, against all your pain,
Your back's on the wall with no one to blame,
Wild hearts won't be tamed.

And it's sweet sweet sweet victory, oh!
It's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight.
And it's sweet sweet sweet victory,
And the one who's last to fall.
The winner takes all...

Take it!

And the one who's last to fall.

Sweet sweet sweet victory, yeah!
It's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight.
And it's sweet sweet sweet victory, yeah!
And the one who's last to fall.
The winner takes all!

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I walked backstage and Chloe jumped into my arms.

"That shit was amazing!!!" she said.

"We killed it! We made the crowd cheer bro!" Pete said.

"That you did son." a man said.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Gregory Reese." the man said. "I work for BMR in Nashville."

"If you're a record guy, Freddy's the man to talk to." I said.

"Well I'll just say this." Gregory said. "October 25th. Grand Ole Opry."

We all were shocked.

Freddy stepped forward.

"Deal." he said.

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"That was amazing." Chloe said as I held her close.

"I know." I replied.

"And you get a big reward, mister." she whispered as she sat on my lap.

"Damn girl." I said as I licked my lips. "Well I guess I'll be ready."

Chloe lay down and bit her lip.

"Fuck me daddy." she said as I pinned her down.

And that's what I did. Yes I wore a condom.

"Oh fuck!" she whimpered.

"Hold it in babygirl." I whispered.

"Ah FUCK!!!" she moaned as she clawed my back.

And then the release came.

Damn.

"Oh shit.." Chloe whispered as she snuggled next to me.

I kissed her forehead and went to go shower.

"Damn." I told myself. "You seriously kicked ass."

I was quiet as I washed up. Then I dried off and went to sleep.

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I woke up to my mom cheering.

"Mom what happened?" I asked.

My mom rewinded her show.

"Good morning. Honorable salute." the show said. "A local long Island band paid a major tribute to late animator Stephen Hillenberg last night in a show."

I gasped.

I was on the Today Show.

Holy shit.