knew it was the opposite. Amber scowled at Melissa’s annoying friend who seemed to think she was centre of their attention now, clinging to Dale and laughing smugly as she passed Luke another whisky. Amber had seen enough, so she turned on her heels and headed home. She had to find a way to get rid of Melissa and her friend, whatever it took. She was not going to lose him to anyone. It wasn't his fault. It was his stupid friends, she thought. They didn't like her because she was closer to him than they were, so they were poisoning him against her.
A great idea?
September 2013
‘That’s awesome!’
T oby was showing off his artwork. His entire back was one big piece of art, and Melissa was admiring the fallen angel which was arched over a girl who looked lost and scared. Her head was down, causing her long hair to flow over her face. It was a beautiful wave of hair and very skilfully drawn with an impressive level of detail. Her head was at a slight angle so that you could only see one eye. The wings were those of an eagle, and they arched over as if to shield the girl with their strength. It was breath taking and beautiful.
‘It is pretty cool, isn’t it?’ Toby was very proud of it. It had taken weeks of planning and several long and painful visits to the tattoo parlour to create it, and he showed it off at every opportunity. Melissa noticed that the entire piece was painted in the most vibrant colours and there was a hint of black shading, like a shadow, around the angel. But one detail stood out – the girl’s hair and eye had no colour at all. Melissa pointed it out, intrigued.
‘They’ll be coloured in when I find ‘the one’,’ he said without a hint of jest. It was a small insight into the real character of Toby. Only a few people ever got to see this side of him. He was a lovable and caring giant, and behind the public façade, he took care of his own. He had a fun-loving and carefree attitude to life, but beneath that, he had an emotional side and he was looking for a special girl to settle down with. He would not normally have given this sort of honest answer to someone he barely knew, but Melissa’s disarming personality had caused him to let his guard down. He didn’t mind though - he liked her and felt as though her friendship with Luke and the band would not be a fleeting one.
They were all in good spirits, having played to a packed bar in Chichester earlier in the evening. They seemed to have been well received by the crowd of mainly university students. They were again paid only a small fee for the gig, and it was already being handed back across the bar, where Tom and Toby were attempting to drink it dry. They’d hooked up with a small group of girls who were all giggling every time either of them cracked a joke, regardless of whether it was remotely funny or not.
Melissa thought again to herself that there was definitely something about this group of guys, and it wasn’t put on or forced. They were just being themselves, and people liked them. The same was true when they were on stage. But unlike most men she’d known in the past, she felt as though she genuinely wanted to talk to them and listen to what they had to say. She smiled to herself, feeling very proud that they seemed to be her new friends. Beth and Dale were all over each other again, and might as well have just left to get a room, and Luke was having a heated discussion with someone he had met at the bar about guitarists, their opinions differing on who was better. Luke was clearly a Jimi Hendrix fan and the other guy favoured Van Halen. After a while Melissa got bored listening to the discussion going round in
A great idea?
September 2013
‘That’s awesome!’
T oby was showing off his artwork. His entire back was one big piece of art, and Melissa was admiring the fallen angel which was arched over a girl who looked lost and scared. Her head was down, causing her long hair to flow over her face. It was a beautiful wave of hair and very skilfully drawn with an impressive level of detail. Her head was at a slight angle so that you could only see one eye. The wings were those of an eagle, and they arched over as if to shield the girl with their strength. It was breath taking and beautiful.
‘It is pretty cool, isn’t it?’ Toby was very proud of it. It had taken weeks of planning and several long and painful visits to the tattoo parlour to create it, and he showed it off at every opportunity. Melissa noticed that the entire piece was painted in the most vibrant colours and there was a hint of black shading, like a shadow, around the angel. But one detail stood out – the girl’s hair and eye had no colour at all. Melissa pointed it out, intrigued.
‘They’ll be coloured in when I find ‘the one’,’ he said without a hint of jest. It was a small insight into the real character of Toby. Only a few people ever got to see this side of him. He was a lovable and caring giant, and behind the public façade, he took care of his own. He had a fun-loving and carefree attitude to life, but beneath that, he had an emotional side and he was looking for a special girl to settle down with. He would not normally have given this sort of honest answer to someone he barely knew, but Melissa’s disarming personality had caused him to let his guard down. He didn’t mind though - he liked her and felt as though her friendship with Luke and the band would not be a fleeting one.
They were all in good spirits, having played to a packed bar in Chichester earlier in the evening. They seemed to have been well received by the crowd of mainly university students. They were again paid only a small fee for the gig, and it was already being handed back across the bar, where Tom and Toby were attempting to drink it dry. They’d hooked up with a small group of girls who were all giggling every time either of them cracked a joke, regardless of whether it was remotely funny or not.
Melissa thought again to herself that there was definitely something about this group of guys, and it wasn’t put on or forced. They were just being themselves, and people liked them. The same was true when they were on stage. But unlike most men she’d known in the past, she felt as though she genuinely wanted to talk to them and listen to what they had to say. She smiled to herself, feeling very proud that they seemed to be her new friends. Beth and Dale were all over each other again, and might as well have just left to get a room, and Luke was having a heated discussion with someone he had met at the bar about guitarists, their opinions differing on who was better. Luke was clearly a Jimi Hendrix fan and the other guy favoured Van Halen. After a while Melissa got bored listening to the discussion going round in
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