I snapped the last photograph of the day before turning the camera off and then wiping the sweat off of my brow. It was hot out there and the band always had to have the fucking pyrotechnics going on, even if it meant having them in the middle of the day. They hated day shows anyway, but didn’t refuse to play them. They have to pay for those pyrotechnics somehow.

“Florence! Did you get the shots yet?” My friend Gypsy asked me as I walked back stage, shedding my t-shirt and leaving me in my lacey tank top. Gypsy had been a friend of mine since grade school and she was just visiting me for a week. I had always been envious of her and her brunette hair and beautiful body. She had always been much better looking than me. And it was no surprise to me when all of the guys were after her and not me.

“Yeah… It’s fucking hot out there. Hopefully my lens didn’t steam up.” I mentioned, looking down at my camera lens. It didn’t look steamy now, but that doesn’t mean that it hadn’t earlier.

“So, I know we were going to go get drinks together right about now, but I have been checking the lead singer out over there…” she told me, pointing past the curtain at Matt who was so into his singing that he was oblivious to us and everyone else.

“Oh, Matt? He’s a dick.” I replied with a shrug. It was none of my business who she fucked around with and I chose to keep it that way. Matt and I had never gotten along and I don’t suppose I should have any problems with that unless they decide to get married or something. But that is highly doubtful, as Matt is the biggest man whore out of every band put together. He won’t ever settle down- not anytime soon anyway, and he probably has commitment issues.

“Well, see? That’s just my type. I always go for the assholes.” She told me with a smirk on her face. She wasn’t looking at me though, she was too busy checking Matt’s ass out.

“Okay, so what does you wanting to fuck Matt have to do with us going for drinks?” I asked, already knowing the answer. I just wanted her to say it, and maybe I want her to feel a little guilty.

“I never said I wanted to fuck him… but anyway, I was hoping that maybe you would ask him to come along. I know that you and Matt don’t exactly get along, but I’d like to try that out.” She said with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head in disbelief. My friend is a whore.

“I’ll ask him and see when he gets done.” I told her, walking away from her and heading to the tour bus to change. I stripped out of my clothes, wiping all of the sweat off of my body with a wash cloth so that I was clean. I still didn’t feel so clean but it was the best I could do with what we had. On the tour bus, there was no shower. So it was me with a bunch of smelly men and their whores until Gypsy visits… Now she’s turning into one of their whores… Maybe I shouldn’t judge her like that, but if she hooks up with Matt, that’s all she will be and I don’t want her to get hurt by him. I will have to kick his ass if he does that.

I put on clean clothes and did my make up. I fixed my red hair best I could, trying to make it not look so stringy. I had always wanted curly hair, I just hadn’t been so lucky. Maybe one day I will be brave enough to get a perm. Until then, I’m just working with what I got. I sprinted back out to the stage because it was getting about time for the boys to wrap things up and I had to ask Matt (against my will) to go have drinks with us. I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for Gypsy, so she should feel special. I had been making it a point to avoid Matt every since the tour had started. We had never gotten along, he was so cocky and irresponsible. I had to tell him off a time or two and he obviously didn’t like that. He told me that I was just a prude bitch and that I was just jealous of him because he was getting pussy and I wasn’t getting any dick. I beg to differ! I don’t want no mangy road dick anyway, I want a stable relationship and I do not just hook up. I can’t even get turned on by a guy that I don’t know and trust. It just isn’t the same.

“Flor! Hurry, go ask Matt before he finds a fan girl.” She told me, her eyebrows rose. I sighed, my stomach filling with dread.

“Okay, but I won’t promise you that he is going to say yes.” I told her, turning around to approach Matt, who was standing up against the wall talking to Matt Berry about something. Berry walked away as soon as I got there, leaving Matt and I alone. He didn’t even look up at me as I stood there; he just stared at the ground looking rather bored.

“Uh… Are you going to pay attention to me?” I asked him awkwardly, feeling like I never even existed until his eyes met mine. I saw the recognition and confusion in his eyes. He was wondering why I had approached him and he had good reason to. The two and a half years I worked for them, I had avoided him the whole time- minus our frequent arguments that we seem to have.

“Oh… sorry. I figured you were taking a picture or something. So what have you come to bitch about this time?” he asked, with an annoying smirk that I wanted to smack off of his face. I rolled my eyes instead.

“I didn’t come to bitch! I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Florence, in all the years you have worked for us, you have never approached me to just ask me something. Spit it out.” he told me, a skeptical expression on his face.

“I actually came to ask you if you wanted to go get a drink with us, but if you’re going to be an asshole, then never mind.” I told him, turning around to walk away.

“Wait…” he told me, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I turned around and looked at him, with my eyebrows raised.

“I want to go have a drink with you… but, why? Why did you decide to ask me?” He asked, a confused expression on his face. I didn’t want to embarrass Gypsy or put her on the spot so I decided to make something up.

“I just figured I would… I don’t know… I thought you might want to hang out.” I shrugged, giving him a fake smile. He smiled sweetly at me, having took my smile for genuine.

“Okay… Sounds fun.” He said, seeming a little nervous.

“Just text me when you get ready.” He told me, about to walk away.

“I don’t have your number…” I said, pursing my lips.

“I gave it to you when you first started working for us. It’s still the same.” He said, his look innocent for once.

“I know, but… I deleted it.” I smiled at him sheepishly. He chuckled and shook his head, reaching his hand out for my cell phone. I handed it to him and he put his number in, handing it back. I nodded and walked away from him back to Gypsy.

“That was weird.” I mumbled, feeling strange. That was the first time we have talked in a while and we actually got along. He was nice. He smiled at me. And he’s actually kind of attractive when he isn’t being a jerk.

“So what did he say?” She looked overly excited.

“He said yes… But since you got Matt, I want to invite Zacky.”

“What about Brian? He’s easy on the eyes.” She said, actually glancing over at him. I rolled my eyes at her again. She checks out all the guys, doesn’t she?

“He’s dating a girl named Candi. She’s really nice.”

“Oh, boo. Okay, bring Zacky, but he seems like an ass to me.”

“Completely the opposite.” I said with a grin. Tonight should be fun.