but he still seemed ready to brawl with the first person that looked at him in a disagreeable manner. I pushed Alicia past him before she could speak to him again.
As soon as we stepped inside, I felt as though we had been transported to another plane – one where all the “beautiful people” reside. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe in every wonderful scent that must occupy this new world. I gagged on the stale cigarette smoke that mingled with the strong, hoppy smell of beer, and, consequently, my eyes popped wide open. The room was rather crowded, and I quickly noticed that compared to most of the guests, I might be mistaken for one of the “beautiful people”. Almost everyone was dressed in blue jeans and T-shirts. There were a few women that were wearing dresses, but for the most part, this seemed to be a very informal event.
Alicia was heading towards a small group of men that were standing in close proximity to the bar. Although three of the four men in the group had long blond hair, I knew Skylar immediately. He was definitely an “Alicia Man”. He wasn’t bad looking, but at the same time, he was also not my type at all. Skylar was almost as tall as the bulldog-man that had been guarding the doorway outside. However, Skylar was several pounds lighter, and his body seemed to be one large muscle. He had large, round blue eyes that were as dull as a cloudy sky. He also wore a full-beard – a detail Alicia had left off – which was the same white blond as his hair. Alicia approached Skylar and gently eased up beside him as though this was where she had always belonged. I walked into Alicia’s view so she wouldn’t forget me, but I kept my distance from the others. Once I got to know them, I might join their little group – after all, one of the guys was very cute. Right now, I was feeling too apprehensive to meet all those new people.
I glanced around the room and continued to feel uneasy. I began to think that most of the people here were just groupies and hangers-on. Was that what I had become? I felt a chink of doubt slip into my armor. As was so often the case anytime I began to feel awkward, I started wondering how I could blame this whole thing on my parents. After all, a nice sane woman would never find herself at a party thinking that a singing superstar was going to waltz up to her and ask her to marry him. Only an obsessed lunatic like Brandy Moretti – whose parents were off the wall hippies who convinced her that she could make any dream come true if she just tried hard enough – would believe something as pathetic as that. I suppose it is wonderful to be confident in yourself, up to a point, anyway. After all, I’d gone through life believing that I could be president if I wanted to be. I still believed that, but so far I hadn’t wanted to be president. But this confidence I had about getting Rick to fall in love with me was a little extreme. Or was it? He’d never met me before. Once he did, he might be captivated by my alluring beauty. Stranger things had happened. My momentary doubt had disappeared. I forgot my wacky parents and started concentrating on finding Rick again.
Not that I actually thought Rick would be at this party. I still held on to the notion that this party was for the roadies and groupies and other people that Rick might want to distract for an evening so that he could have a little piece and quiet. Of course he’d say he was going to be there to assure that everyone went to the party to see him. Then he’d curl up with a good book and a warm glass of milk, and he’d forget about being a superstar for one evening. I began to think that I should have stayed at our hotel and just knocked on all the doors until I found Rick. Then we could have been alone together. But I was here now, and I had to make the best of the situation. And that meant pretending that Rick was going to show up sooner or later.
Alicia kept glancing in my direction every once in a while,
As soon as we stepped inside, I felt as though we had been transported to another plane – one where all the “beautiful people” reside. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe in every wonderful scent that must occupy this new world. I gagged on the stale cigarette smoke that mingled with the strong, hoppy smell of beer, and, consequently, my eyes popped wide open. The room was rather crowded, and I quickly noticed that compared to most of the guests, I might be mistaken for one of the “beautiful people”. Almost everyone was dressed in blue jeans and T-shirts. There were a few women that were wearing dresses, but for the most part, this seemed to be a very informal event.
Alicia was heading towards a small group of men that were standing in close proximity to the bar. Although three of the four men in the group had long blond hair, I knew Skylar immediately. He was definitely an “Alicia Man”. He wasn’t bad looking, but at the same time, he was also not my type at all. Skylar was almost as tall as the bulldog-man that had been guarding the doorway outside. However, Skylar was several pounds lighter, and his body seemed to be one large muscle. He had large, round blue eyes that were as dull as a cloudy sky. He also wore a full-beard – a detail Alicia had left off – which was the same white blond as his hair. Alicia approached Skylar and gently eased up beside him as though this was where she had always belonged. I walked into Alicia’s view so she wouldn’t forget me, but I kept my distance from the others. Once I got to know them, I might join their little group – after all, one of the guys was very cute. Right now, I was feeling too apprehensive to meet all those new people.
I glanced around the room and continued to feel uneasy. I began to think that most of the people here were just groupies and hangers-on. Was that what I had become? I felt a chink of doubt slip into my armor. As was so often the case anytime I began to feel awkward, I started wondering how I could blame this whole thing on my parents. After all, a nice sane woman would never find herself at a party thinking that a singing superstar was going to waltz up to her and ask her to marry him. Only an obsessed lunatic like Brandy Moretti – whose parents were off the wall hippies who convinced her that she could make any dream come true if she just tried hard enough – would believe something as pathetic as that. I suppose it is wonderful to be confident in yourself, up to a point, anyway. After all, I’d gone through life believing that I could be president if I wanted to be. I still believed that, but so far I hadn’t wanted to be president. But this confidence I had about getting Rick to fall in love with me was a little extreme. Or was it? He’d never met me before. Once he did, he might be captivated by my alluring beauty. Stranger things had happened. My momentary doubt had disappeared. I forgot my wacky parents and started concentrating on finding Rick again.
Not that I actually thought Rick would be at this party. I still held on to the notion that this party was for the roadies and groupies and other people that Rick might want to distract for an evening so that he could have a little piece and quiet. Of course he’d say he was going to be there to assure that everyone went to the party to see him. Then he’d curl up with a good book and a warm glass of milk, and he’d forget about being a superstar for one evening. I began to think that I should have stayed at our hotel and just knocked on all the doors until I found Rick. Then we could have been alone together. But I was here now, and I had to make the best of the situation. And that meant pretending that Rick was going to show up sooner or later.
Alicia kept glancing in my direction every once in a while,
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