I’m standing in the hallway at the central theater where the Tyrants are holding the auditions I have been here for eight hours already. Lisa stayed with me as long as she could but she eventually had to leave when one of the girls who work’s for her calls and tells her the purple dildos didn’t come in on the truck. By the way Lisa stormed out of here purple dildos must be a huge deal. Oh if I haven’t told you already my best friend Lisa owns a sex store. Yep you can buy anything at her store. Well anything except a purple dildo right now.
“You are up next so you better make sure you are tuned up and ready to go. The band has had a tiring day listening to one untalented musician after the next. So I’m just going to be honest with you if you are a groupie and you can’t really play and you are just trying to get back there in hopes of fucking one of the members you best leave now. Because once you get back there I will have you arrested.” Says a woman wearing a name tag that states her name is Amanda she is very slim she is wearing a tight body hugging short red dress with red stilettos to match her dark brown hair hits just past her shoulders. Her makeup is thick making her features more pronounced.
“Do you really believe anyone would stand here over eight hours just hoping to get to fuck one of the band members?” I can’t help the question because I’m not sure if this woman truly believes that or if she is just being jealous. I have seen her giving me the stink eye all day I thought about saying something to her a few times but then thought better of it deciding she might have me thrown out and I’d lose any chance at ever getting a shot at an audition like this ever again. So I have kelp my lips zipped all day. But now that she is speaking to me I have to at least let her know she doesn’t intimidate me. I can tell the bitch is loaded with money she reeks of snobby. I hate rich snobby chicks that thinks they are better than other people and hates anyone that looks better than they do.
“Of course it happens all the time groupies come to every concert dressed in there slutty clothes and spend hours waiting hoping they look smutty enough to catch the attention of one the Tyrants.”
As she is telling me this she runs her eyes up and down my body making sure I understand she is calling me a slut without saying the words. I hold back my temper knowing this is the only chance I’ll ever get to do something like this again then I smile huge and raise one of my eyebrows “Well good for the guys I hope once I become a member of the band I get my own groupies to fuck whenever I want.” I made sure I used my sexiest voice as I said it.
“You’re up in two I’ll leave you to prepare.” She states turning on her red stilettos and walking away.
Score one for the poor girl. I take a deep breathe trying to calm my nerves. This is it, if I was to make it into the band it would change our whole lives. Well that’s no true we might live in a bigger house and have a lot of money but that would be where the changes end. My dad would still be the MC of a motorcycle gang my best friend would still own a sex store and my son would still cuss and say inappropriate stuff, but at least we would no longer have to worry about money. I look at myself in the mirrored wall behind me making sure my makeup still looks alright. I run my hands though my hair messing it up some so I’ll have more of the wild rocker chick look going for me. When I am satisfied with my appearance I close my eyes mentally preparing myself. “Hey gorgeous your up” I look at the man that just said this to me giving him a small smile and a thank you before heading through the door. As soon as I walk out on the stage I notice I’m alone. I can’t see anyone it appears the band is behind an incased wall so I can’t see them. I am sort of happy about this it will make it easier to do this. I take my electric less Paul out of its case walk over and plug her in. I step up to the mic arrange it the way I want then I put my guitar strap over my head. I close my eyes take a couple of deep breathes open my eyes and look straight at the enclosed wall and begin singing.
“There is a house…”
As I’m singing I feel the music running through my body as my fingers move up and down the neck of my less Paul; I can feel the passion and sultry growl in my voice. I sing the song as if I’m speaking to each one of the guys behind that door. My body is making love to my guitar and I know without a shadow of doubt I have the attention of every male behind that wall.
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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...
