Finding A Muse

Bea

Bea's POV

my heart was in my stomach and my thoughts were suddenly running about 800 miles a minute.  I have never met anyone so bold like him before.

Who decided men could look like Greek Gods?

And why was I not informed?

That didn't matter now. 

 I stripped out of my clothes and threw my self into the shower trying my hardest to remove any evidence of paint from my hair and body. I shaved quickly and washed my hair, I had planned on leaving it down for work tonight so I got out and let it dry naturally.

 I threw on my work t-shirt  that had Blue Jays written across the front and a microphone on the back, my deodorant and my denim ripped shorts that Emory said made my ass look "phat". I grabbed my black sneakers and quickly ran down the steps of my apartment. as if on cue, I swing open the side entrance to hear my name getting screamed by my favorite bartender.

"BEA!"

 I looked over to see Jazz, my 38 year old co worker, waving me over. I sighed, tying my apron around my waist as I walked over to her.
"What's up jazzy?" I cocked an eyebrow at the way she stood, bent over in, pushing her chest out for some 40 year old shmuck at the bar. 
"Nothing Darling, I didn't know you were working tonight, you weren't on the schedule. glad to finally see you outta that weird art slump you keep gettin your self into." She winked at me and I rolled my eyes. Jazz was an interesting person to say the least. she was born and raised right her in Savannah where I was not. Jazz was someone my mother would call "trashy southern" whereas my momma always called us "classy southern".
I smiled at Jazz, Not letting on to where my mind had taken me and I clocked in, waving her off.

A couple hours had gone by and suddenly we were slammed, I mean it was a Tuesday night which meant ladies drink for free. Not to mention this is a local college bar. That being said with every lady that walked through the door there was at least 4 men to follow.
Nights like these weren't new to me, but I was fond of them.  the drunken bodies pressed to one another as the band played there sets all night long. It reminded me of the blue bird, the music club in Nashville where my momma was discovered.

And where I was too.

 some time had gone by, I was cleaning up a few tables to make room for the wave of people coming in next when I felt eyes on me at the corner of the bar. I glanced over to see a kid  i recognized from school eye fucking me from his seat and gesturing for me to come over to him. 

Normally, I'd steer clear,  but this was my job.

"What can I get for you sir?" I smiled sweetly in the least disgusted way that I could as I watched this boy stare at my chest for longer than necessary.
"I'd like a piece of you." He slurred and winked.

OH Barf.

cringing at this mans horrible attempts I looked up at jazz and nodded in his direction.
"He's cut off!" I yell over the music and she nods at me knowingly.
"Hey now sexy I'm not even drunk, I just like what I see." He tried but failed.
"Yeah well I see a drunken mess who, if they keep it up, won't be allowed back into this establishment." I snapped back and he frowned. I shook my head and went to walk away when I felt his hands grope my ass from behind. I felt sick at the pit of my stomach, when a mountain of man grabbed my hips softly before slamming no named dudes face into the bar top, hard.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to keep your filthy ass hands to your fucking self?" The familiar voice rang in my ears as I looked up and locked eyes with a Greek God.

OH HOLY SHIT BALLS ALMIGHTY.

Greyson was seething In anger. If looks could kill, that guy would be six feet under. I reached up and grabbed his arm pulling him back from the drunk guys face whose nose was now a faucet of blood.
"Get the hell out of here you piece of shit!" he yelled, the guy drunkenly stumbled out of the bar and into the street.
He turned to me quickly and rested his hands on my shoulders, "are you okay? He didn't try anything else did he?" His eyes were full of concern, yet I had only ever spoken to this man once. I searched his face for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts.
"Yeah- No I'm fine Greyson thank you." I smiled meekly at him.  I took a moment to look Greyson up and down. he was wearing slim fitted jeans, a white v neck that showed off his well defined muscles and a leather jacket. I gulped.

Audibly fucking gulped.

His eyes seems to relax as he looked at me, suddenly he sat up for a second when a look crossed his face. "hey how long are you working for tonight? an chance you'll be here for my set?"

A musician...

oh if my mom wasn't disappointed in me now, she sure would be soon!

"um yeah, my shift ends at midnight. I I'll be here the whole time." I stuttered out. he sent me a rather cocky smirk before nodding his head. my face flamed red the moment he walked away from me. I leaned against the bar and groaned. "girl you got it bad for Hercules over there!" Jazz cackled but stopped immediately when I shot her a glare. "I do not Jazz!" I huffed to which she just rolled her eyes and smiled at me knowingly

The rest of the night went by thankfully with out a hitch. No more creepy dudes trying to grope me. The next band was set to play any time now and I was running drinks when I heard the most melodic voice coming from the stage. HIS voice...

She's a good girl, loves her mama

Loves Jesus and America, too

She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis

Loves horses and her boyfriend, too

And it's a long day livin' in Reseda

There's a freeway runnin' through the yard

And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her

I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

And I'm free, free fallin'

I stood there in a trance listening to Greyson sing a Tom Petty cover on our small little stage. like we were magnets, our eyes were instantly drawn to one another the entire song. I tried to snap out of it and finish what I was doing, but that didn't stop his eyes from following me around as he sang. When it ended, it felt like the wind had been knocked back into my lungs.
"Jazz? Can I take m- my leave now.? " I tried to get the sentence out without stuttering but I couldn't. I didn't even know this boy and my knees were jello because of him.
She looked up at me worried but shrugged a couple seconds later.
"It's dying down sweetheart Go ahead. Don't let me stop you." I took off my apron and handed it to her swiftly. My feet carried me out the side door that led out to my stairs and I relaxed for a moment. Three seconds later I was flying up the steps and stripping out of my uniform as I went. What the hell was going on with me?