are beautiful with all different kinds of hair colors and little girls with egos too big to fit in an elevator aren’t.’”
Both of them were silent as I took the unexpected blow. I knew that it shouldn’t have hurt. He had called me unattractive before, but that was when I had raccoon eyes and a purple hooker shirt. Who knew what else he had said that didn’t get published? I had to admit, someone mark it down, Lizzie was right.
“Where’s the computer?” I asked.
“Yes!” Lizzie jumped up and down excitedly. Riley merged on the highway again as I booted up the computer in the back.
“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Hawkins,” Lizzie said while rubbing her hands together in a scheming kind of way.
“Wait, hold up,” I said to her. “That was good! Just give me two seconds.” Logging onto the section of the site reserved for employees only, I wiggled my fingers over the keyboard.
“I’m ready.”
Ten minutes later, after everyone helped, we had ourselves a contending blog to Hawkins thoughtless babble.
I read it aloud for all of us to review. “Yes, I have rules which include; not taking candy from a stranger, not taking a ride from a stranger, and not going to a hotel room with a stranger! And, if the world must know, I was invited! I know that it hurts to be turned down, but welcome to the real world, buddy. If it wasn’t for us coattail riders, there wouldn’t be a summer tour. I’m not talking to his fan base now when the only thing he really cares about is Jack and Coke. Forget about your hair color, girls, because the only action you’ll be getting is watching him down another drink while texting away on his BlackBerry all alone. I don’t feel sad for him anymore, just regret.” After reading it, I put my hand on the mouse and dragged it over to the send icon.
“Here goes nothing.” I then clicked the mouse and watched the blog pop up on the editing boards of the website.
“He should watch who he messes with,” I said under my breath.
We were giggling with euphoria as we drove to the concert. I was satisfied with what I had written in my blog, but I felt a little more nervous with each passing minute. I would be in Hawkins’ territory at the venue—his backyard—and frankly, way too close to the stage. Not that I thought he would have me personally escorted out of the pavilion, though it did run through the irrational part of my mind once or twice. Yet I would only look weak to blog about him and then not show up to face whatever may come, hell or high water. I needed to be brave. I couldn’t let Hawkins win this one by being scared.
We sat in the concert traffic for a little over thirty minutes while Riley serenaded us with, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” Once we had parked, we opened the side door to the van. Laying on my back, I took in the inviting cool shade. When I heard the sound of voices, I lifted my head to focus on the small huddled group of guys around the side of our van.
“Aren’t you that girl from the magazine?” a guy asked Lizzie. Groaning, I laid my head back down on the cot again.
“Yes, I am,” Lizzie said sweetly. She was probably dazzling them with her smile, too.
After locking up the van an hour later, we started our hike up to the security line to be frisked. I noticed that we were getting a lot of attention as we headed to our seats. It shouldn’t have felt personal since they were looking at Lizzie, but I realized while standing there beside her that it was starting to play tricks on my mind. It felt like they might as well have been looking at me, too.
The Larks were already playing when we finally found our seats that felt too damn close to the stage. Then I reminded myself of a few choice words: “I think women are beautiful and little girls with egos too big to fit in an elevator aren’t.” The Larks left the stage and with that thought I said to myself, “Let the good times roll.”
Hawkins strutted across the stage
Both of them were silent as I took the unexpected blow. I knew that it shouldn’t have hurt. He had called me unattractive before, but that was when I had raccoon eyes and a purple hooker shirt. Who knew what else he had said that didn’t get published? I had to admit, someone mark it down, Lizzie was right.
“Where’s the computer?” I asked.
“Yes!” Lizzie jumped up and down excitedly. Riley merged on the highway again as I booted up the computer in the back.
“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Hawkins,” Lizzie said while rubbing her hands together in a scheming kind of way.
“Wait, hold up,” I said to her. “That was good! Just give me two seconds.” Logging onto the section of the site reserved for employees only, I wiggled my fingers over the keyboard.
“I’m ready.”
Ten minutes later, after everyone helped, we had ourselves a contending blog to Hawkins thoughtless babble.
I read it aloud for all of us to review. “Yes, I have rules which include; not taking candy from a stranger, not taking a ride from a stranger, and not going to a hotel room with a stranger! And, if the world must know, I was invited! I know that it hurts to be turned down, but welcome to the real world, buddy. If it wasn’t for us coattail riders, there wouldn’t be a summer tour. I’m not talking to his fan base now when the only thing he really cares about is Jack and Coke. Forget about your hair color, girls, because the only action you’ll be getting is watching him down another drink while texting away on his BlackBerry all alone. I don’t feel sad for him anymore, just regret.” After reading it, I put my hand on the mouse and dragged it over to the send icon.
“Here goes nothing.” I then clicked the mouse and watched the blog pop up on the editing boards of the website.
“He should watch who he messes with,” I said under my breath.
We were giggling with euphoria as we drove to the concert. I was satisfied with what I had written in my blog, but I felt a little more nervous with each passing minute. I would be in Hawkins’ territory at the venue—his backyard—and frankly, way too close to the stage. Not that I thought he would have me personally escorted out of the pavilion, though it did run through the irrational part of my mind once or twice. Yet I would only look weak to blog about him and then not show up to face whatever may come, hell or high water. I needed to be brave. I couldn’t let Hawkins win this one by being scared.
We sat in the concert traffic for a little over thirty minutes while Riley serenaded us with, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” Once we had parked, we opened the side door to the van. Laying on my back, I took in the inviting cool shade. When I heard the sound of voices, I lifted my head to focus on the small huddled group of guys around the side of our van.
“Aren’t you that girl from the magazine?” a guy asked Lizzie. Groaning, I laid my head back down on the cot again.
“Yes, I am,” Lizzie said sweetly. She was probably dazzling them with her smile, too.
After locking up the van an hour later, we started our hike up to the security line to be frisked. I noticed that we were getting a lot of attention as we headed to our seats. It shouldn’t have felt personal since they were looking at Lizzie, but I realized while standing there beside her that it was starting to play tricks on my mind. It felt like they might as well have been looking at me, too.
The Larks were already playing when we finally found our seats that felt too damn close to the stage. Then I reminded myself of a few choice words: “I think women are beautiful and little girls with egos too big to fit in an elevator aren’t.” The Larks left the stage and with that thought I said to myself, “Let the good times roll.”
Hawkins strutted across the stage
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