Every Rose Has Its Thorn.
Chapter Four
After we stopped at Wendy's to get some food, we were finally at the concert.
"My first concert" I whispered to myself
I stepped out of the van and all the other guys got a good look at what I was wearing. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=72915102) To say Jimmy was pissed at how they all looked at me is the understatement of the year. He put his arm around me and shot them all a look as if to say "I dare you to say something". No one dared to say anything and so we walked into the venue.
Did I forget to mention we have VIP passes.
Yes?
Well, we have fucking VIP PASSES!
We didn't get a chance to see Poison before the show but we were guaranteed a meeting after.
We took our places at the front of the stage and the show began to unfold. We were raging and I would have have jumped into the mosh pit with all the guys, but I had on heels and I wasn't trying to break my ankle.
As they were playing their hit song "Talk Dirty to Me" Brett caught my eye. Damn that man and his good looks. It was too good to be true and I was starting to doubt that he was even looking at me. That is, until, he came across the stage and started to sing directly into my face. Sending a sultry look and a wink at me, he finished off the song and the concert was over.
He had left me so flustered that as we were walking backstage I had to mumble to myself to calm down. I was never one to fan girl, even with this being my first concert and all. I knew I wasn't one of those girls to just throw myself at band guys. Especially with me being 15 and him being in his mid 30's early 40's.
As we approached them while they were sitting on the couch, they all introduced them selves. "Hey, I'm C. C." "Hey, I'm Rikki" "Hiya, I'm Bobby" "Hey guys, I'm Richie" "What's up kids, I'm Blues" and last but not least Brett walked up to me and introduced himself with a "Hello pretty lady, I'm Brett. But you already knew that." I'm not going to lie, his voice was just amazing and gosh did I want to melt at his words and the feeling of his breath on my skin. But, I'm in a relationship with Jimmy and I'm smart enough to know that this guy thinks he can get what he wants from me. Even though I would love to spend some time with him, it's always that little voice in the back of my head saying "Molly, he's old enough to be your dad"
"Well hello to you too Brett, I'm Molly. But I can assure you, that you in fact won't be screaming it later." I said with a smirk. His friends laughed and so did the guys. I knew I had to show my loyalty to Jimmy even when he didn't expect it from me. Brett looked a bit shocked, like no one has ever put him in his place before. Well, congrats cause tonight is the night he did. He just bounced back with a "Excuse me little lady, and just how old might you be?" I bit my lip to try and contain my laughter and put my feet up on the table. By this time I was sitting on the couch with the rest of his band members and the guys had taken seats on chairs and another couch that was in the room. "Young enough for you to get a lawsuit. Also young enough for you to be my father. Did that answer your question, Mr. Michaels?" I answered with a shit eating grin. He looked like he was getting pissed off and by this time no one was really paying attention to us. Jimmy and the guys were talking to C.C. and the others about band stuff and how to get well known.
By the end of the night, Brett was pissed that he wasn't getting laid and the guys were happy that they got some advice on how to better their band. I gave all of them a hug except for Brett and before we left I got all of them to sign my backpack.
With that, the guys dropped us off at Jimmy's house. We sat and talked to his mom about how the concert went and how big of a douche Brett is. She laughed and told us that she went to some of his concerts when she was my age and he pulled the same shit on her. After that Jimmy and I went up to his room. We both agreed that we would hold out on the sex for another time. That it shouldn't be planned and that it would happen naturally.
I could tell something was bothering him and so I asked him about it to which he responded with a "We can talk about it tomorrow". I just hoped he wasn't pissed off at me about the concert.
"My first concert" I whispered to myself
I stepped out of the van and all the other guys got a good look at what I was wearing. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=72915102) To say Jimmy was pissed at how they all looked at me is the understatement of the year. He put his arm around me and shot them all a look as if to say "I dare you to say something". No one dared to say anything and so we walked into the venue.
Did I forget to mention we have VIP passes.
Yes?
Well, we have fucking VIP PASSES!
We didn't get a chance to see Poison before the show but we were guaranteed a meeting after.
We took our places at the front of the stage and the show began to unfold. We were raging and I would have have jumped into the mosh pit with all the guys, but I had on heels and I wasn't trying to break my ankle.
As they were playing their hit song "Talk Dirty to Me" Brett caught my eye. Damn that man and his good looks. It was too good to be true and I was starting to doubt that he was even looking at me. That is, until, he came across the stage and started to sing directly into my face. Sending a sultry look and a wink at me, he finished off the song and the concert was over.
He had left me so flustered that as we were walking backstage I had to mumble to myself to calm down. I was never one to fan girl, even with this being my first concert and all. I knew I wasn't one of those girls to just throw myself at band guys. Especially with me being 15 and him being in his mid 30's early 40's.
As we approached them while they were sitting on the couch, they all introduced them selves. "Hey, I'm C. C." "Hey, I'm Rikki" "Hiya, I'm Bobby" "Hey guys, I'm Richie" "What's up kids, I'm Blues" and last but not least Brett walked up to me and introduced himself with a "Hello pretty lady, I'm Brett. But you already knew that." I'm not going to lie, his voice was just amazing and gosh did I want to melt at his words and the feeling of his breath on my skin. But, I'm in a relationship with Jimmy and I'm smart enough to know that this guy thinks he can get what he wants from me. Even though I would love to spend some time with him, it's always that little voice in the back of my head saying "Molly, he's old enough to be your dad"
"Well hello to you too Brett, I'm Molly. But I can assure you, that you in fact won't be screaming it later." I said with a smirk. His friends laughed and so did the guys. I knew I had to show my loyalty to Jimmy even when he didn't expect it from me. Brett looked a bit shocked, like no one has ever put him in his place before. Well, congrats cause tonight is the night he did. He just bounced back with a "Excuse me little lady, and just how old might you be?" I bit my lip to try and contain my laughter and put my feet up on the table. By this time I was sitting on the couch with the rest of his band members and the guys had taken seats on chairs and another couch that was in the room. "Young enough for you to get a lawsuit. Also young enough for you to be my father. Did that answer your question, Mr. Michaels?" I answered with a shit eating grin. He looked like he was getting pissed off and by this time no one was really paying attention to us. Jimmy and the guys were talking to C.C. and the others about band stuff and how to get well known.
By the end of the night, Brett was pissed that he wasn't getting laid and the guys were happy that they got some advice on how to better their band. I gave all of them a hug except for Brett and before we left I got all of them to sign my backpack.
With that, the guys dropped us off at Jimmy's house. We sat and talked to his mom about how the concert went and how big of a douche Brett is. She laughed and told us that she went to some of his concerts when she was my age and he pulled the same shit on her. After that Jimmy and I went up to his room. We both agreed that we would hold out on the sex for another time. That it shouldn't be planned and that it would happen naturally.
I could tell something was bothering him and so I asked him about it to which he responded with a "We can talk about it tomorrow". I just hoped he wasn't pissed off at me about the concert.
Notes
Hey guys!Sorry I haven't updated in forever and a day.
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2/22/13