The room is alive in seconds once the girls begin to dance, and I'm sitting here thinking that I'm an idiot for even trying.
Leaning against the wall, I rest my head back and close my eyes.
I pictured this night going so much differently in my head. I'm a fool for thinking I'd blow everyone away. I'm naive to have ever thought I had a chance at this whole music scene.
I'm a failure.
4
Ian
Pulling up to the club, I park and look up at the building. It's Friday, and since I finished the job we were working on, my brother was nice enough to invite me out for a drink. Funny how quickly his mood can change when shit goes right.
I can hear the music as I climb out of my car. People are milling around on the sidewalk, laughing and talking. From the corner of my eye, my brother gives me a wave.
Walking to his side, he smiles. “Hey man, glad you decided to come.”
“Yeah, well, what kind of brother would I be if I let work get between us.”
He grabs my shoulder, giving me a shake. “You'd be a dick.” Chuckling, he hands the doorman some money, paying the cover fee. “Tonight is on me.”
“And it fucking should be after you were such an asshole this week.”
“Fuck you. If I don't keep us on top of this shit, we'll both be out of a damn job.”
We head straight to the bar, both of us ordering a beer and taking a seat. Sipping the beer, I watch the band on stage.
The club is packed, the room is wall to wall filled with people. Everyone is pressed together in the center of the dance floor as they bounce and move to the music.
I'm actually really glad to be here. It'll help get my mind off the girl across the hall. I can't stop thinking about her, and it's driving me fucking crazy. I spent all week doing my best to avoid her.
Just seeing her makes my heart hammer and my dick hard. I have no control over it at all. No matter how much I try to stop it, no matter how many times I close my eyes and think of the school lunch lady from when I was a kid, this damn girl shoves her way into my thoughts.
A couple of days ago she was grabbing her mail, and I just happened to see her before she saw me. Backing up the stairs, I couldn't stop myself from watching her for a minute.
She was wearing this little tank-top that showed the perfect amount of cleavage, and these tight little jeans that hugged her ass. Her hair was down, the gorgeous curls framing her face as she flipped through the letters in her hand.
Two seconds later I was in my apartment, jerking off. My cock was so hard it hurt. I was tempted to capture her as she came back inside and claim her as mine. Even thinking about her now, my blood pumps hard and every nerve in my body is firing off with need.
“Hey, you with me?” Grey asks, leaning closer to my face.
“Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired.”
Fuck, I'm doing it again. I can't get her out of my head!
“Well wake the fuck up. The night is early, and we don't have a fucking thing to do tomorrow. No work, no deadlines this weekend, nothing. Sooo—drink the fuck up asshole.” Lifting his beer to mine, he taps the rims together. “You know what you need? You need to get laid.” Looking out into the crowd, he points with his beer. “I'm sure there's a girl here who will lower her standards for a night and fuck you.”
“Screw you,” I say with a smile. Taking a long swig, I let my eyes scan the crowd.
He's right. A one night stand might take care of this itch I have. Maybe that's why the blonde from my building is on my mind so much. I just need to get laid.
The band finishes their set, and the speakers come on overhead playing random radio tunes as they break down their equipment. Grey orders us each another beer and relaxes back against the bar. He's talking about the next project coming up, but I'm not listening.
The lights dim, signaling the next act, and I catch a glimpse of someone I recognize. But I'm not sure, it could just be my fucked up head.
My eyes are trained on the stage as the spotlight comes on, lighting up the girl standing in the center. Squinting, it feels like I've been hit in the chest. It's the girl from across the hall, and she looks fucking terrified. Her eyes are huge, her breathing is fast, forcing her tits out as she inhales shallow breaths.
Reaching out, she pulls the stool on stage closer and sits. Adjusting the guitar, she begins to play. I never pictured her as a musician, but she's good. She's really fucking good.