Contents
Copyright
1: Not So Exciting News
2: Concert Night
3: Poor Little Rich Boy
4: Pre-Concert Snack
5: Into the Arena
6: Warm Fuzzies
7: Getting Textual
8: Star Struck
9: Changing Plans
10: Backstage
11: Luckiest Girl in the Arena
12: Meet and Greet
13: Tour Bus Tour
14: Accidental Groupie
15: Escape
16: The Morning After
17: Bragging Rights
18: Back to Reality
19: Mandatory PTO
20: Lunch
21: Shopping
22: In the Changing Room
23: Retail Escape
24: After Dinner
25: Room For the Night
26: Explosive
27: An Offer
28: All Over
29: Mia's Song
30: Pre-concert PR Blitz
31: Crazed Fangirls
32: The Concert
33: Backstage Again
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A Rock Star Romance
Arielle Archer
Copyright 2015 Arielle Archer
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First digital edition electronically published by Arielle Archer, November 2015
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1: Not So Exciting News
Kayla looked so excited that I was immediately on guard. That was the sort of smile I saw back in middle school when she was about to get us in a hell of a lot of trouble with one of the nuns. That was the sort of smile I saw on her face in high school when we'd made our way to public school and she was about to do something that could get us expelled. That was the kind of smile she had on her face in college when we were about to do something that was going to give me a serious headache and a case of regrets the following morning.
In short I was so fucking stoked to find out whatever it was that put that stupid grin on her face.
"Okay, spill."
Kayla paused for a dramatic moment and looked around the restaurant. It was a nice enough joint downtown that had decent prices for the business lunch crowd. That's all I cared about since I was still new enough in my job, fresh out of college, that I tried to scrimp and save wherever I could.
As Kayla looked around I got even more excited. She was starting to look downright conspiratorial. It was looking like I was about to have an adventure the likes of which I thought would never happen again when I got my diploma and found myself plopped directly into corporate America.
God how I needed some excitement after all the crap I was having to put up with. It was still one hell of an adjustment going from summers spent at the beach and partying to dealing with a job where I was actually expected to work like I had, well, a job. Not that I'd never had a job before, it's just that I was used to having a summer job that also allowed me time to have fun.
"Well you know how I've been going on about the sold-out Twenty Promises reunion tour that's coming to town?"
"Yeah…"
Suddenly I was a little less excited. My grimace must've shown on my face because Kayla rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted noise of her own. Twenty Promises. Ugh.
Even back in the day I'd never been obsessed with them like everybody else. They happened to hit when I was going through my middle school contrarian phase, and by the time I came out of it they’d imploded for some reason and weren't the big thing anymore.
Of course there was no avoiding them when they were big so I'd been forced to endure some of their music. On the radio. People playing them in class and getting in trouble. Kayla forcing me to listen to them when she gave me rides. Hearing them at school dances. They were everywhere.
Until they weren't.
I'd been happy when they weren't anywhere anymore. This reunion tour had been a thorn in my side ever since Kayla heard about it. She hadn't shut up about it.
"What about them? Like you said they're sold out."
"That's what I'm so excited about!" Kayla said.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she clapped and squealed. I started to worry. Kayla wouldn't be this excited about that concert if it was sold out and she didn't have tickets. Which could only mean…
"I won tickets in a contest! Can you believe it?"
"You won," I said. My voice was flat but Kayla didn't seem to notice. That or she was ignoring my tone. That was more likely. She didn't miss much.
"Yes!"
I felt like I needed to cover my ears the squealing was so high pitched. It reminded me of exactly how we'd been, well, back in middle school when Kayla was obsessed with Twenty Promises. Her obsession with them coupled with my avoidance of anything that was remotely popular at the time had caused some friction in our friendship. I was starting to feel a little bit of that friction returning. Weird. I thought all of that was buried a decade ago.
"Well that's great for you Kayla!"
"Oh no," she said. "You're not getting away that easily. You're coming with me!"
I set my fork down. "I don't think so."
"Come on Mia!" Kayla whined. "I need somebody to go with me and I can't think of anybody better than my best friend!"
I arched an eyebrow. "Did you honestly forget how I felt about them or are you just screwing with me?"
Kayla shrugged and smiled. That was a smile that said she hadn't forgotten. Not at all. No, she was just fucking with me now. I sighed.
"I hadn't forgotten," she said. "Not exactly. But have you forgotten your promise?"
Damn it. I thought we were beyond that. I thought that promise was so far behind us that Kayla didn't remember it. Only it was starting to look like she had one hell of a better memory than I'd ever given her credit for.
"Are you really bringing up a stupid promise you made back in middle school?"
"I'm going to make you love Twenty Promises!" Kayla said. "I don't care what it takes! And I think that front row tickets where we'll be close enough to see everything is exactly what you'll need!"
I rolled my eyes. "Barf! Have you even seen pictures of them lately? They're probably all old, bald, and so overweight that they need roadies to hold them up when they climb on top of groupies so they don't accidentally crush them!"
Anger flashed in Kayla's eyes, quickly replaced with a smile. Usually that would've been enough to get her angry. I don't know why I was trying to provoke her like I had in the old days, but there it was. Her attempt to fulfill a decade old promise to me, a promise I considered more of a decades-old threat, was making me feel just as snarky as I'd been back in the day.
"I have seen their pictures thank you very much," she said. "And they look quite nice."
"Oh yeah? Do they still looked sexy posing for publicity photos with their walkers?"
"You know they're not that much older than we are," Kayla said. "The oldest one is ten years older and the youngest one is only five years older. I figure I totally have a chance!"
"I'm sure they're all married and spoken for by now. Surely some lucky groupies locked them up back in the day."
Kayla shrugged. "I don't know. But even if they're married, I'd be happy to be their one night stand!"
"You
slut!" I said with a giggle.
Immediately that weird tension from a decade old argument we hadn't brought up in years was broken. We were giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. God it felt good to do that after dealing with all the boring seriousness of working and the adult world for a few months. Kayla was the only person who could still have that effect on me.
Kayla locked eyes with me. "You're coming with me. There's no question. You're the only person I'd want to take to this concert!"
"The only reason I'm the only person you'd want to take is so you can torture me!"
Kayla smirked. I sighed. I knew when she had me beat. And she had me beat now. The one thing she could do to drag me to a Twenty Promises concert was play the friend card. We'd known each other for so long that I could barely remember the first time we met back when we were little kids going to the babysitter together. She was the closest thing I had to a sister in this world, and there wasn't a chance that I was going to leave her in the lurch.
"You really are sneaky. You know that right?" I asked.
Kayla’s grin got even broader. "So does that mean you're going?"
"Of course I'm going! I can endure a night of auditory torture for you."
Kayla squealed and clapped her hands. Then she surprised me by coming around the table and enveloping me in a hug.
"Thank you! Even if you don't fall in love with Twenty Promises, I promise you'll have a good time!"
I pulled away from the hug and smiled a sardonic half smile. "We'll see."
I suppose it would be a nice trip down memory lane even if there wasn't much of a chance of me enjoying the concert. I'd heard plenty of their stuff on the radio and at awkward dances, so I'm sure I'd have a good time as long as they stuck to some of the more mainstream stuff and didn’t have any new material to show off.
I thought about going home and looking them up. Maybe getting a look at them today to give me some fuel to toss barbs at Kayla, but as I looked at her smiling face, as I saw how ridiculously happy she was, I decided I wasn't going to do it. She was obviously enjoying the idea of dragging me to the concert and I wasn't going to ruin it by coming up with a bunch of preloaded sarcastic comments about her favorite band ever.
Or at least her favorite band ever back when we were thirteen.
No, I'd suffer in silence for the sake of my best friend, but there wasn't a chance in hell she was ever going to follow through on that promise to make me love that boy band. There was absolutely nothing in this world that could make me love Twenty Promises.
Nothing.
2: Concert Night
A knock on my bedroom door interrupted the finishing touches on my makeup. I pulled it open. Kayla stood there with a huge smile on her face that immediately turned to a frown as she saw me.
"No. No way," she said. "You're not sitting next to me front row looking like that!"
Well. Fuck you too Kayla!
I didn't give voice to that particularly nasty thought though. Mostly because she was right. I'd deliberately dressed down for the occasion. Call it my own form of protest. If she was going to drag me to this thing, if she was going to talk about front row tickets as though they were a magical ticket to catch the band's attention and get backstage passes where we were going to fall in love and live happily ever after, then I figured I was going to dress down and annoy her as much as she was annoying me.
Besides, I wanted to put on frumpy clothes. I wanted to act like the complete opposite of every woman who’d ever thrown herself at them. I'm sure it would confuse the hell out of the band if we did by some miracle end up meeting one of them.
It was obvious Kayla was having none of it.
"There's no way you're going to the concert with me dressed like that," she said. "Honestly, even if you're willing to embarrass yourself you sure as hell aren't going to embarrass me!"
I sighed. "Fine, makeover?"
"You bet your ass!"
Kayla descended on me. I don't know why I thought I could get away with this. It's not like Kayla would ever in a thousand years allow me to go out anywhere dressed like I was. Why would it be any different now when she expected me to dress like the perfect little groupie? And boy was she already dressed the part of the perfect little groupie.
Damn it.
And so I found myself back in my bedroom where I'd spent time meticulously going over my wardrobe trying to find the perfect combination of clothing that would be acceptable for going out while clearly communicating to a bunch of aging rock star wannabes trying to go back to the well one last time before they faded permanently into pop culture obscurity that there wasn't a chance in hell they were going to have a chance with me. Only now Kayla was going over everything in my wardrobe looking for an outfit that screamed the exact opposite of everything I wanted my original outfit to scream. I wasn't surprised, but I was a little disappointed I didn't get away with my scheme.
"Damn! Don't you have anything halfway slutty in here?" Kayla asked.
I sniffed. That wasn't a very charitable assessment of my wardrobe. Then again, she was looking in the complete wrong place if she wanted to find any of my "slutty" outfits, as she so eloquently put it. I sighed. I could continue to protest, but really this was ruining Kayla's night. This wasn't being a very good friend. I'd put up my token resistance, she'd shot me down, and that was that. There was no point in continuing to resist.
"You're looking in the wrong place," I said.
Kayla turned and blinked at me. "I am?"
"Look in the dresser. Top right drawer," I said.
Kayla arched an eyebrow at me, but she followed my directions. Her eyes went wide as she saw what was waiting there.
"Damn!"
"What can I say? I was optimistic when we moved to the city."
Optimistic that I'd actually have time to go out. Optimistic that I'd have time to hit the bars. Optimistic that I'd be able to do all of the fun night life stuff that young twenty somethings fresh out of college were supposedly flocking to the city to have close by.
All of that was before I discovered the joys of office work. The joys of being so damn tired when I got home that the only thing I could consider was heating up some dinner before I crashed.
But I still had a wardrobe from those days when I'd been slightly more optimistic about my chances for having a social life. Even if that optimism hadn't paid off in the broad strokes, at least it would allow Kayla to have some fun tonight. I suppose that was a small bit of consolation.
She pulled out a perfectly folded top. It was so sheer as to almost be see-through.
I shook my head. "No. No way!"
"Come on!" Kayla said. "This might be your only chance to meet Twenty Promises! Actual rock stars! And they're still in their prime no matter what you say! Mostly."
I rolled my eyes. "If you think that an aging rock band is still in their prime then you're deluding yourself."
Kayla rolled her eyes in turn. "You have to at least act like you're having fun tonight!"
"Fine," I said. "That was the last jab. I promise!"
"You'd better!"
She tossed the sheer top down next to me. It was a tank top, but again it was so thin that it barely even deserved to be called clothing. They'd be able to see my bra under the thing. At least I could wear something sensible under it. Maybe something dark that would blend in with the top. Definitely not something…
Red. Lacy. Designed to draw every male eye in the vicinity.
"You've got to be kidding," I said.
"You promised!" Kayla said as she tossed the bra down beside me.
I promised to go to the concert with her. I didn't promise to go to the concert dressed like I was about to hop onstage and do a pole dance. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to go with the flow. To give in. This evening would go a hell of a lot easier if I did.
Besides, even if I was dressed like this it's not like any of the members of Twenty Promises would notice me or have a chance in hell to get with
me if by some miracle they did notice us from our perch in the front row.
And so I found myself pulling on the sluttiest outfit I'd worn in years. At least since we'd both graduated college and moved away. Which wasn't that long ago, even if it did feel like an eternity!
It's not like I was against getting dressed up. Far from it. It's just that I wasn't exactly a fan of getting dressed up for an event where I wasn't interested in attracting any of the men who were on offer. Which I figured would pretty much be the guys in the band.
A reunion concert for a band who hit their peak of fame ten years ago wasn't exactly going to be a target rich environment for a young single girl fresh out of college looking for a good time. No, I figured the only guys who'd be at the concert were either gay or being dragged there by their wives, girlfriends, or whatever woman they happened to be having sex with at the moment.
Finally I stood in front of my mirror looking myself up and down. A dark see-through top. A red bra underneath that was painfully obvious. A skirt that barely went past my ass cheeks. A thong under the skirt. I don't know what the hell Kayla thought was going to happen tonight, but her imagination and the reality in my mind were two very different things.
Still, I was dressed similar to her now. At least I was showing solidarity with my friend, even if there was no chance any rock star hands were going to be making their way up my skirt. I was sure that was what Kayla was hoping for. Again, fantasy and reality were two very different unrelated things in her mind today.
I looked at her and arched my eyebrow. "You're not going to redo my makeup?"
"No," she said. "Your makeup is cute. It's the rest of your frumpasaurus outfit that was the real problem."
I smiled and resisted the urge to reach out and smack my best friend. That would really put a damper on the evening before it started. Instead I reached out and took her hand.
It was time for us to go out on the town. Tear it up like we hadn't since we both got full time real world jobs. As we walked out dressed to the nines my excitement was only slightly tempered by the knowledge we were going out to tear it up by seeing the biggest bad boy rock act in the world ten years ago.
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