back and grinning at the red head. I swear it was like a shark who had spotted prey.
She turned to me and spoke in my ear so nobody could hear, “You don't want to be doing that. I'd have to kick you out. Let me take care of bitcherella here.” Then she winked at me.
I couldn't stop my smile as she released my arm and said, “You! Firetop, get the hell out. This is the last time I eject you before you are banned Lori! You got it?”
The girl stood in a huff and shot me a glare then left. Calling back to Sandra, “Stupid simpleton bitch.” To which Minnie cuffed the back of her head.
Sandra looked deflated, like she was on the verge of tears. I went quickly to her side. I looked directly in her eyes. “You're not stupid. You understand? Actually your pretty much a frigging genius for not hooking up with that bitch.” This got me a tiny smile. Then I leaned in slowly and deliberately, so she knew that I knew what I was doing, and giving her a chance to pull back, and kissed her gently on the lips. Our lips lingered there for a few seconds. God I was tingling.
She giggled and blushed and was dragging me again to the dance floor near the stage. A slower song started, a ballad. And we wordlessly just held onto each other closely and swayed to the music with her head on my shoulder. It felt like it belonged there to me, but that is where this perfect moment all fell apart.
The next song was one of mine, Leather and Heels, Slapped. This alone started me spiraling down the rabbit hole again. But the band suddenly stopped and we looked over and Vortex's lead singer was looking at me as he spoke into the microphone. “Ladies! It appears we have a celebrity in our midst! Penny Franklin from Leather and Heels!” Cheering erupted as he spoke, “Maybe if you cheer real loud we can encourage her to sing a song!”
The cheering doubled and Sandra was grasping my hand tightly and shooting an apology to me. “I'm so sorry Penny. Let's just go home.” I'm sure I looked like a mouse cornered by a barn cat. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I slumped my shoulders in defeat. “It's OK San. I'll be right back.” The cruel part of my personality thought, Fine, if they want a song, I'll give them one, but not what they are expecting.
I stepped up to the stage and shot the guy a glare and leaned in and spoke in his ear, “Not cool, fuck face. You just hijacked my personal time with a wonderful person, just give me a goddamn guitar and try to keep up on a 4/4 beat.”
I grabbed the mic from him and put it in the stand. I saw Sandra move up in front of the stage with her hands in front of her face, pressed to her lips like a silent prayer. I spoke into the mic as I was handed a guitar, “Hey everyone, how's the night treating you?” This got explosive cheering. “Well, Leather and Heels is officially disbanded and I can't sing any of those songs. But I have something new for you. This is a Penny Franklin original, I call it 'Searching for Me'.
Then I kicked into a quick guitar solo as I arched my back and screamed out my signature “Meeeeeoooowwww!” The drummer caught the beat and the bassist laid down a line. Then I sang of seeing oneself but not recognizing the reflection. The realization of the loss of yourself. The determination to find the person you used to be and the hope and beauty found. Then stepping out of that pool of darkness into the light and basking in love.
I thought of my girls with an inner smile. Then I sang of the new possibilities, the boundless wonder in the world. And I had to look down at my little blonde at the lines about surprising discoveries. I shot her a smile. She put both her hands over her heart as she smiled back.
Then it was over and I threw the guitar to the lead vocalist and jumped off the stage into the screaming crowd and took Sandra's hand in mine and dragged her to our
She turned to me and spoke in my ear so nobody could hear, “You don't want to be doing that. I'd have to kick you out. Let me take care of bitcherella here.” Then she winked at me.
I couldn't stop my smile as she released my arm and said, “You! Firetop, get the hell out. This is the last time I eject you before you are banned Lori! You got it?”
The girl stood in a huff and shot me a glare then left. Calling back to Sandra, “Stupid simpleton bitch.” To which Minnie cuffed the back of her head.
Sandra looked deflated, like she was on the verge of tears. I went quickly to her side. I looked directly in her eyes. “You're not stupid. You understand? Actually your pretty much a frigging genius for not hooking up with that bitch.” This got me a tiny smile. Then I leaned in slowly and deliberately, so she knew that I knew what I was doing, and giving her a chance to pull back, and kissed her gently on the lips. Our lips lingered there for a few seconds. God I was tingling.
She giggled and blushed and was dragging me again to the dance floor near the stage. A slower song started, a ballad. And we wordlessly just held onto each other closely and swayed to the music with her head on my shoulder. It felt like it belonged there to me, but that is where this perfect moment all fell apart.
The next song was one of mine, Leather and Heels, Slapped. This alone started me spiraling down the rabbit hole again. But the band suddenly stopped and we looked over and Vortex's lead singer was looking at me as he spoke into the microphone. “Ladies! It appears we have a celebrity in our midst! Penny Franklin from Leather and Heels!” Cheering erupted as he spoke, “Maybe if you cheer real loud we can encourage her to sing a song!”
The cheering doubled and Sandra was grasping my hand tightly and shooting an apology to me. “I'm so sorry Penny. Let's just go home.” I'm sure I looked like a mouse cornered by a barn cat. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I slumped my shoulders in defeat. “It's OK San. I'll be right back.” The cruel part of my personality thought, Fine, if they want a song, I'll give them one, but not what they are expecting.
I stepped up to the stage and shot the guy a glare and leaned in and spoke in his ear, “Not cool, fuck face. You just hijacked my personal time with a wonderful person, just give me a goddamn guitar and try to keep up on a 4/4 beat.”
I grabbed the mic from him and put it in the stand. I saw Sandra move up in front of the stage with her hands in front of her face, pressed to her lips like a silent prayer. I spoke into the mic as I was handed a guitar, “Hey everyone, how's the night treating you?” This got explosive cheering. “Well, Leather and Heels is officially disbanded and I can't sing any of those songs. But I have something new for you. This is a Penny Franklin original, I call it 'Searching for Me'.
Then I kicked into a quick guitar solo as I arched my back and screamed out my signature “Meeeeeoooowwww!” The drummer caught the beat and the bassist laid down a line. Then I sang of seeing oneself but not recognizing the reflection. The realization of the loss of yourself. The determination to find the person you used to be and the hope and beauty found. Then stepping out of that pool of darkness into the light and basking in love.
I thought of my girls with an inner smile. Then I sang of the new possibilities, the boundless wonder in the world. And I had to look down at my little blonde at the lines about surprising discoveries. I shot her a smile. She put both her hands over her heart as she smiled back.
Then it was over and I threw the guitar to the lead vocalist and jumped off the stage into the screaming crowd and took Sandra's hand in mine and dragged her to our
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