reason, those sounds had to belong to me and only me.
The guys all have their women, and they’re faithful I would never question that, but she’s mine.
Mine?
She’s definitely not mine.
But why is my body feeling that she is?
I need to see Radisyn.
~*~
“You sure you’ll be back in time for the next show right?” Ryan questions me.
“I promise I’ll meet you guys at the next show, this is just something I have to do.”
“It’s about fucking time, first time since I’ve met you that I couldn’t stand to be around you. You’ve had a stick shoved up your rotten ass all week.” He says pulling up to drop me off at the airport.
“Yeah well I clearly remember you being a dick when Natalie wouldn’t speak to you, or how about when you first met her? You embarrassed her in front of an entire audience. God you were a dick then, or how about Liam and his bi-polar-ness when it came to Layla? He wanted her, didn’t want her, and wanted her.”
“Liam had a lot going on then.”
“Still, he was the same way. How about I continue? Gage shoved Abagail away when all she wanted was to spend the rest of her life away. Jason, well I can’t say much about Jason, he went after what he wanted. Although Raven was a stark raving bitch at the time. Me, well I knew when I saw her that I wanted her, I just didn’t know that I wanted her for good.”
“Then what are you doing sitting here still blabbing? Go make her yours.”
“I’m going to try like hell, if she’ll have me.”
“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”
-- Lao Tzu
Chapter Thirteen
It’s been one week, since the first meeting with Zepp.
Six days since I’ve seen Rush.
And I feel like the world I had made, crumbled down around me. What I thought was, wasn’t. What I had felt, I was wrong. Avery called earlier, said it was time I stopped mulling over what was lost and move on. I reluctantly agreed. So here, exiting a cab outside of The Edison, wearing a green faded dress, its vintage and something I normally wouldn’t have picked out except that Avery bought it and brought it over so I couldn’t refuse.
I enter, a hostess in a 1920’s flapper dress leads me down a beautiful staircase into the basement of the Higgins Building. I spot Avery at the bar, she waves two drinks at me.
“Finally, you made it! I’ve already taken the privilege of choosing your first drink. A moscato, its delicious, just enough bubbles and sweet. Enjoy!” She says handing the wine glass over. I down it, I’m going to need a buzz to get through tonight.
I take a look around, large ornate walls, decorated to feel like you’re back in the 20’s. Every waitress wears a shiny black flapper dress and the bartenders are dressed in suits. Very classy. The lounge has a relaxed jazzy feel, a small stage located across the room in a corner.
The lights are dimmed, the lone stage covered in darkness except for one small light shining on a microphone and its stand. Dry smoke hovers the floor, wisps of white man-made clouds. They shift away, when I realize someone’s walking onto the stage, the person’s feet clearing the smoke with each step they make. My eyes are entranced at the small unsteady steps the legs covered in black dress pants make.
This persons nervous and taking their time reaching the spotlight. I hold my breath, just wanting the person to reach that spot on the stage. Thrilled to hear what they might do in a place such as this.
They take another unsure step, then another slowly revealing themselves. I follow the legs up, slowly, they’re wearing a suit, tailor made to their body. The buttons on their jacket undone revealing a white crisp dress shirt, their sleeves rolled up to their forearms. Then the face.
Is face.
I gulp.
It’s him.
Zeppelin.
What is he doing here?
I look to Avery quizzigly.
“Did you know he’d be here?” I question her.
“No, I had no idea he’d be here, thought he was on tour or
The guys all have their women, and they’re faithful I would never question that, but she’s mine.
Mine?
She’s definitely not mine.
But why is my body feeling that she is?
I need to see Radisyn.
~*~
“You sure you’ll be back in time for the next show right?” Ryan questions me.
“I promise I’ll meet you guys at the next show, this is just something I have to do.”
“It’s about fucking time, first time since I’ve met you that I couldn’t stand to be around you. You’ve had a stick shoved up your rotten ass all week.” He says pulling up to drop me off at the airport.
“Yeah well I clearly remember you being a dick when Natalie wouldn’t speak to you, or how about when you first met her? You embarrassed her in front of an entire audience. God you were a dick then, or how about Liam and his bi-polar-ness when it came to Layla? He wanted her, didn’t want her, and wanted her.”
“Liam had a lot going on then.”
“Still, he was the same way. How about I continue? Gage shoved Abagail away when all she wanted was to spend the rest of her life away. Jason, well I can’t say much about Jason, he went after what he wanted. Although Raven was a stark raving bitch at the time. Me, well I knew when I saw her that I wanted her, I just didn’t know that I wanted her for good.”
“Then what are you doing sitting here still blabbing? Go make her yours.”
“I’m going to try like hell, if she’ll have me.”
“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”
-- Lao Tzu
Chapter Thirteen
It’s been one week, since the first meeting with Zepp.
Six days since I’ve seen Rush.
And I feel like the world I had made, crumbled down around me. What I thought was, wasn’t. What I had felt, I was wrong. Avery called earlier, said it was time I stopped mulling over what was lost and move on. I reluctantly agreed. So here, exiting a cab outside of The Edison, wearing a green faded dress, its vintage and something I normally wouldn’t have picked out except that Avery bought it and brought it over so I couldn’t refuse.
I enter, a hostess in a 1920’s flapper dress leads me down a beautiful staircase into the basement of the Higgins Building. I spot Avery at the bar, she waves two drinks at me.
“Finally, you made it! I’ve already taken the privilege of choosing your first drink. A moscato, its delicious, just enough bubbles and sweet. Enjoy!” She says handing the wine glass over. I down it, I’m going to need a buzz to get through tonight.
I take a look around, large ornate walls, decorated to feel like you’re back in the 20’s. Every waitress wears a shiny black flapper dress and the bartenders are dressed in suits. Very classy. The lounge has a relaxed jazzy feel, a small stage located across the room in a corner.
The lights are dimmed, the lone stage covered in darkness except for one small light shining on a microphone and its stand. Dry smoke hovers the floor, wisps of white man-made clouds. They shift away, when I realize someone’s walking onto the stage, the person’s feet clearing the smoke with each step they make. My eyes are entranced at the small unsteady steps the legs covered in black dress pants make.
This persons nervous and taking their time reaching the spotlight. I hold my breath, just wanting the person to reach that spot on the stage. Thrilled to hear what they might do in a place such as this.
They take another unsure step, then another slowly revealing themselves. I follow the legs up, slowly, they’re wearing a suit, tailor made to their body. The buttons on their jacket undone revealing a white crisp dress shirt, their sleeves rolled up to their forearms. Then the face.
Is face.
I gulp.
It’s him.
Zeppelin.
What is he doing here?
I look to Avery quizzigly.
“Did you know he’d be here?” I question her.
“No, I had no idea he’d be here, thought he was on tour or
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