Loving The Band (closed)

[jakeonfire]

^Able Mathis^

Able Mathis was drenched in sweat, and the Gibson guitar slid across his bare and chiseled stomach as he walked off of the stage. The crowd was still chanting the band's name, "Black Feathers, Black Feathers, Black Feathers!" and it brought a smile to Able's handsome face. The other two band members followed him, Faust the drummer, and Jay the bass player, and both were similarly covered in perspiration and excitement. The show had been one of the best the punk rockers had played yet, and the tour was only just beginning.

Cameron Terry, the band's manager, awaited them back stage with bottles of ice cold beer. "That was a fucking sick show guys! Security might have to call in the National Guard to hold the girls back."

The three friends took the bottles and downed them instantly, as was their tradition after each show. "Let's get this party started boys," Faust said, smacking Able and Jay firmly on their backs.

Able nodded, "Let's tear it up, I left a bottle of Jack in my guitar case, I'll be back." He left the two and headed for the back rooms. As he did a gap in the stage allowed a brief glimpse of him walking away, and several girls screamed and tried to rush through security. The burly men held them back, though with great effort, and Able found himself laughing at their struggle.

Damn I love this life

 

[AlisonMarch]

Alison watched the crowd of girls screaming and shook her head. She knew how they felt, with their blood pumping hard and their idols a few feet away, just out of sight. She felt the pull to throw herself against the security barricade, but then what? Even if she did break through, she'd have time to run into the dressing room and scream something stupid before the security guys dragged her out.

Instead, she nodded to the bartender and took one more shot of courage. This one went down without a shiver, and she knew she was right there. Any more and she'd be sloppy drunk, but this just gave her the guts to try what she knew couldn't work. She took her purse and dug out the laminated pass she had made. She pushed her breasts up so the security guys wouldn't look too closely at her pass, and went around to the other side of the stage, where things were calmer.

"Ali March," she said, flashing the fake pass at the lone guard on this side. "With PunkRevolt-dot-com. I'm doing an interview with the band."

He grinned at her cleavage and let her past, and she strode purposefully past him and stopped when he was out of sight. She listened for the sound of the guys shouting and headed towards them, doing her best to act like she was supposed to be there. She kept it up til she saw Able coming down the hall with a guitar case, and then she froze, grinning at him and staring like an idiot.

"Hi," was all she could say.

 

[jakeonfire]

Able had retrieved his Jack Daniels and his guitar case, now he set off down the darkened hallway towards the exit and his two band mates. He wasn't paying much attention, his head still in a state of pleasured delirium from the show, when he practically ran into someone in the hallway. He stopped just in time, and relished in the sight of a beautiful girl with a curvy frame, glorious cleavage and striking purple hair.

"Hi," was all she said.

He could tell instantly from her expression that she was not officially supposed to be back stage. Giving her another up and down glance, he decided that he didn't give a fuck whether she was supposed be there or not. He reached out his hand, giving her his best smile.

"I'm Able, and you are...?"

He waited for her name before he reached down and took a hold of her wrist. He began walking towards the rear exit.

As he pulled her along he asked, "So Ali have you ever been to an after gig party with my band before? If you haven't, tonight is going to be a night you'll never forget."

 

[AlisonMarch]

It took her a few seconds before she was able to remember her name, but then she giggled. She knew she was acting like a complete bubblehead, but she could hardly help herself. It was Able Mathis, after all, and the way he was looking at her made her knees tremble.

"Alison ... everyone calls me Ali." Getting those few words out centered her a little. Not that she wasn't still completely star struck by him, but she was able to make her mouth work and her body do what she wanted it to. Or at least, what she told it to.

"I'm with PunkRevolt dot com," she said, "and I was hoping we could do an interview...." It wasn't completely a lie. The site had told her that they would be glad to publish a story on the Black Feathers if she wrote it, but it had to include something new.

When he grabbed her wrist, she thought for a second that he was going to throw her out. Maybe he hated doing interviews, though it almost seemed like he hadn't heard her at all. He was pulling her towards a glowing orange exit sign, and she knew she had blown it. She was just about to try to plead with him just to let her hang out for a while, when he invited her to their party.

"So Ali have you ever been to an after gig party with my band before? If you haven't, tonight is going to be a night you'll never forget."

She grinned, no longer resisting as he pulled her towards the door. It looked like she was going to get her story aftre all, if not a typical interview. Better than that, she was going to get to hang out with the Black Feathers. All those screaming skanks were going to be left behind, and she was going to party with the band. As Able pushed the door open and they came out into the alley, she let out a whoop of excitement.

"FUCK YES!" she screamed, jumping up and down, hardly noticing how it made her breasts bounce.