"Have you ever played before?" Her voice came out low and sultry unlike how she had been speaking earlier. The simple sentence and the way she said it made me almost think it holds a double meaning.
"No, I haven't." My voice came out breathless as...
"Ewwww please never call my brother daddy again!" I giggled and faked gagging.
"Guys let's try to actually focus I don't wanna bomb this gig." It was Gabriel who spoke up now, he seemed to also feel the stress of the impending gig.
"Ok now that you've all finally shut up, one, two, a one, two, three..." Miller said while starting the beat to our first cover on his drums.
Our first song in the lineup was The Chain by Fleetwood Mac. My parents were huge fans of the group and had named me after the legend herself Stevie Nicks. I and my brother grew up listening to our Fleetwood Mac and other classics which inspired our love for music. I had a lower register voice so I was able to sing songs traditionally written for men as well as women. Akira was also a good singer so he often provided backup. Every once in awhile Miller would sing parts as well, he didn't have a great singing voice but he had the deep raspy quality to his voice that worked perfectly for rock music. We struggled through our run for the day ending in a sweaty and out of breath mess.
"Great job guys!" Miller panted taking a swig of his water.
Akira ceremoniously took out his pack of cigarettes and held it in the air like Simba, "Smoke break!"
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The band immediately got up to wrestle so they could be the first to get a cig. I darted under Miller and tackled Akira triumphantly taking the unlit cig from his lips. I placed the cig between my teeth happily, my head was so fuzzy after today that I was in need of a distraction.
"Does anyone have a lighter?" I muttered.
"Yeah." it was Tate who said this. This is the first time she had spoken to me since what happened earlier. We made eye contact and she quickly looked away to grab her lighter. She threw it to me and I caught it out of the air mustering a small thanks.
Since I had taken my own car I was able to make it home before Tate did in order to avoid any awkward confrontation. After moving to L.A. to join the band and escape my mess of home life, I needed somewhere to stay. My brother let me move into his apartment he shared with Akira and Tate. Gabriel lived with his girlfriend but was spent most of his time here and had his own key. Our apartment wasn't huge but it was enough to fit four people. most of our furniture was stuff we found at thrift stores or on the side of the road and it was an eclectic mess of colors and patterns.
The minute I entered the apartment I rushed into my room and quickly shut the door in hopes that I could avoid Tate. It was a large room with taller than average ceilings. There were large Industrial style windows on the right side of the room that was slightly frosty from the chilly temperature outside. The wall to the left of the windows was covered in posters and pictures. Many of the posters included famous musicians and bands. In the middle was a bed with a fluffy purple comforter and a bunch of pillows. Above the bed, there were fairy lights strung in a messy pattern. Next to the bed wasn't an antique purple dresser that I had hand-painted. There were closed falling out of the drawer and the drawers were half-shut. On top of the table, there was a bunny glass figurine, a few candles, some magazines, empty coffee cups, and a plant that looked half wilted. To the left of the drawer was an upright clothes organizer, it was filled with clothes on hangers that were falling off of it and a few mismatched hats were hanging out the side along with a boa and a few purses. Covering the floor was a dirty Pink Carpet. The carpet was covered with numerous coffee stains and paint stains. Across from the bed was a desk that had art supplies, nail polish, and makeup spread around it. Tucked into the desk was a pink swivel chair that appeared to be worn out. To the left of the desk was a tall tower of stacks of CDs along with its light green bean bag next to it. The lighting of the overall room was warm and inviting, having an almost orange tinge to it.
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As I sank onto my bed and wrapped myself up in a fuzzy blanket I was filled with regret thinking about what had happened earlier with Tate. My head hurt from how confused I was about the whole situation. I kissed a woman and enjoyed it? My brother was going to kill me if he ever found out. I knew that things would never be the same between me and Tate but it was all too much. I decided to just repress this memory and try to forget it happened.
