CHAPTER~~2~~ Present date.
“Are you crazy? Of course you are going.”
“Lisa, why would I waste my time, you know as well as I do there’ll be hundreds if not thousands of people trying out for this.”
“Fuck those people, there not you. You will have all those amazingly superhot hunks from the Tyrants dicks so hard they could cut diamonds with them when they see you. But when you start playing and singing the fuckers are going to fall over dead. There is no way in hell I am going to let you skip this audition. I will hog tie your ass throw you over my back and carry you there is I have to.”
“That’s a bit dramatic. Don’t you think?” I tell her rolling my eyes.
“I am the very epiphany of what dramatic is baby you know that. But don’t fuck with me on this your ass is going.”
“UGH! I hate you. You know that right?”
“Yep, but ask me if I care?”
“I have no idea how Zane puts up with you. He has to a closet druggie or something.”
“He loves me because I give great head.” Lisa laughingly responses as she tosses her long light blonde hair over her shoulder being theatrical as usual.
“You are so gross TMI on the BJ’S.”
“Oh really you think so? I was just about to explain to you the “in’s and out’s” to giving the perfect BJ.” Lisa is making the signing symbols for quotation marks with her fingers emphasizing the in’s and out part of her statement.
“No thanks I’d rather not hear about it” I only state this fact to Lisa because she has no problems talking about her sex life with her husband, in depth. I love her to death I would throw myself in front of a runaway train to save her life but I really hate hearing how her husband Zane loves to watch masturbate while she jacks him off.
“You are such a prude Emmie it’s a wonder your twat hasn’t dried up and fallen off as long as it’s been since you used it.”
“Oh god not this again I am not discussing my twat with you either.”
“Great we can get back to chatting about you auditioning for the Tyrants.”
“Why are you doing this? You know I can’t go even if I by some miracle I did make it. Are you forgetting about Jesse Jay?”
“Honey between me, Zane and your dad Jesse Jay will be fine. Sweetheart you are better than this.” She says motioning around the bar.
“Hey there is nothing wrong with working here. The tips are great and I need all the money you know that.”
“I know you need the money I’m not stupid. But once you try out for the Tyrants and become a member of the band you’ll have more money than you’ll know what to do with.”
“You’re not going to let this go are you?”
“Nope.”
“Do you really think I could do it?”
“Honey I know you can do it. My god you are fucking awesome Emmie. You will have those guys eating out of your hands. You are the best musician in history plus you have one of the sexiest voices of all times my god woman I’ve come close to having as orgasm myself when you hit one of your high notes. Now you have played around and felt sorry for yourself long enough Emmie it’s time for you to get your head back in the game and go make something of yourself, not only for you but for Jesse Jay as well.”
“You know I really hate the fact that you can be saying something seriously yet still manage to throw something sexual in with it.”
“OMG you’re smiling, you’re going to do it aren’t you? Shit hurry up go clock out we have to get to your house to find you something to wear for tomorrow. Then I’ll be back at your place at six in the morning to help you get ready. Shit I can’t believe this you are going to audition for the Tyrants!” She yells jumping up and down drawing the attention of every male eye in the bar.
Two hours later Lisa goes home after Zane repeatedly calling her every five minutes wanting to know when she was coming. She was supposed to be bringing him dinner and I guess the pour guy is about to starve to death. I look down at the black leather clothes the black fish net stocking along with the black hooker boots we picked out for me to wear tomorrow. I feel my excitement growing. If there is one place I feel comfortable at it’s with my music. In case you are wondering the clothes all the leather and fish net stuff with the hooker boots is nothing new to me that’s my everyday style. I am a true rocker chick my long blonde hair hangs down to my waist in ringlets of unruly curls I always have some makeup on but it is usually very subtle unless I’m preforming. Then I have my blue eyes heavily made up my and my full lips will be blood red. I know what I look like hell I use it to my advantage as much as I can. My looks helps me to get better tips and I need all the money I can get raising a son is expensive.
God Jesse Jay and my dad will be getting home any minute I’m not going to tell them about me trying out for the Tyrants in the morning. Jesse Jay would want to come so he could listen to me play and my dad would get all nervous and worried. He also might try to send the band members to the ground if they don’t choose me. He is very protective of me and Jesse Jay so is his club members. I love all the guys but they can be bit much for most normal people. I grew up with them so nothing they say or do has any shock value to it with me. The one bad thing is Jesse Jay learns a lot of bad behaviors from them. Of course my dad and all his friends love it and I can’t make them understand a six year old boy should not go around cussing all the time nor should they act like they are above authority. Right now Jesse jay is kicked out of school for telling his teacher she has a nice rack on her.
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ROCKER CHICK
RomanceEmmie had to drop out of college and her all girl band at the end of her first year. All due to one drunken mistake she made at a party one night. She ended up having to move back home with her dad which is the MC of the local chapter of the Chosen...
