almost made me miss picking up dry cleaning and coffee.
I should have realized that the crew bus wasn’t going to be waiting for just me tonight, and once again I was stuck riding with the boys of Black Laden.
“Damn it,” I quietly cursed , getting out of the town car. You could hear the guys being all sorts of loud in the front of the bus, and it really made me want to beat the crap out of them. All I wanted was to enjoy the night, possibly get a little action, and sleep until like noon. Well, my night was going to suck. I got basically the girl version of blue balls, and there was going to be very little sleep happening with a bus full of drunken, stupid boys.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t let any of the strippers come back with them,” Tiny commented before climbing on the bus.
I snorted. “Well, that’s a bonus for tonight.” At least I wouldn’t have to play uber bitch and kick any chicks off tonight. Well, I guess it was technically morning now.
“Oh Molly, I loved the little dance you so graciously blessed us with earlier. Tell me; were you a stripper in a past life?” Brody was beyond hammered, slouched over on one side of the couch.
“Oh shut it, Brody,” Tysen snapped, offering me a sympathetic smile.
“Congratulations , Brody, you saw my bra,” I muttered, taking the far end of the couch. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit, but unfortunately I didn’t have anywhere to escape on this bus.
Ryder grabbed an acoustic that was sitting next to him, and softly started strumming some cords. To hear the melody emerge made me desperate for Simon. Sadly, he was stuck on the other bus where I should have been too.
“Can I see it for a moment?” I asked Ryder, my eyes basical ly begged for a chance to let my fingers to touch the strings.
“Um…………yeah sure . I haven’t really had time to tune it,” Ryder responded, holding the beauty out by the neck for me to take it.
I eagerly snatched it away from his outstretched arms and gently cradled it in my lap. It was no Simon, but none the less it was still a great piece of wood. Quickly, my fingers strummed across the strings and instantly knew what knobs to turn. Twisting the tuning knobs to my satisfaction, I strummed my fingers over the strings again, relishing in the beautiful sound radiating out of the guitar.
“So you play?” Tysen asked, his brows furrowed in question.
“Yeah,” was all I managed to get out as my fingers instinctively positioned themselves for the chords to Journey’s Faithfully. The commotion on the once rowdy bus started to fade, and I continued to play, softly humming the lyrics to one of my favorite songs and closing my eyes, letting the music carry me away.
The last chord rang out and I gently lifted my eyes, not ready to make eye contact with any of the guys just yet. It felt weird playing in front of these guys. I was confident in my guitar skills, and I knew my voice wasn’t horrible, but these guys were a platinum selling band.
“Wow, I guess I didn’t expect that,” Tysen commented in shock.
“How long have you been playing?” Ryder piped up, staring me directly in the eye.
“I picked up the guitar when I was eleven. I was a complete wreck as a teenager and this kind of saved me in a sense.” I shrugged. Actually, I still was a wreck, just in a grown up body now.
“She can play and dance, who would have known,” Brody slurred as he stood trying to make his drunken way down to the bunks.
I offered the guitar back to Ryder, and he shook his head.
“I’m going to bed; when you are done just set it down on the couch,” he stated, giving me a smile before walking into the darkness.
I smiled and re positioned the guitar in my lap. Closing my eyes, I started to strum the chorus of Simple Man, letting my fingers once again take over and play something that was second nature to them. The bus was once again quiet as I softly played.
“ You’re good,” came
I should have realized that the crew bus wasn’t going to be waiting for just me tonight, and once again I was stuck riding with the boys of Black Laden.
“Damn it,” I quietly cursed , getting out of the town car. You could hear the guys being all sorts of loud in the front of the bus, and it really made me want to beat the crap out of them. All I wanted was to enjoy the night, possibly get a little action, and sleep until like noon. Well, my night was going to suck. I got basically the girl version of blue balls, and there was going to be very little sleep happening with a bus full of drunken, stupid boys.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t let any of the strippers come back with them,” Tiny commented before climbing on the bus.
I snorted. “Well, that’s a bonus for tonight.” At least I wouldn’t have to play uber bitch and kick any chicks off tonight. Well, I guess it was technically morning now.
“Oh Molly, I loved the little dance you so graciously blessed us with earlier. Tell me; were you a stripper in a past life?” Brody was beyond hammered, slouched over on one side of the couch.
“Oh shut it, Brody,” Tysen snapped, offering me a sympathetic smile.
“Congratulations , Brody, you saw my bra,” I muttered, taking the far end of the couch. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit, but unfortunately I didn’t have anywhere to escape on this bus.
Ryder grabbed an acoustic that was sitting next to him, and softly started strumming some cords. To hear the melody emerge made me desperate for Simon. Sadly, he was stuck on the other bus where I should have been too.
“Can I see it for a moment?” I asked Ryder, my eyes basical ly begged for a chance to let my fingers to touch the strings.
“Um…………yeah sure . I haven’t really had time to tune it,” Ryder responded, holding the beauty out by the neck for me to take it.
I eagerly snatched it away from his outstretched arms and gently cradled it in my lap. It was no Simon, but none the less it was still a great piece of wood. Quickly, my fingers strummed across the strings and instantly knew what knobs to turn. Twisting the tuning knobs to my satisfaction, I strummed my fingers over the strings again, relishing in the beautiful sound radiating out of the guitar.
“So you play?” Tysen asked, his brows furrowed in question.
“Yeah,” was all I managed to get out as my fingers instinctively positioned themselves for the chords to Journey’s Faithfully. The commotion on the once rowdy bus started to fade, and I continued to play, softly humming the lyrics to one of my favorite songs and closing my eyes, letting the music carry me away.
The last chord rang out and I gently lifted my eyes, not ready to make eye contact with any of the guys just yet. It felt weird playing in front of these guys. I was confident in my guitar skills, and I knew my voice wasn’t horrible, but these guys were a platinum selling band.
“Wow, I guess I didn’t expect that,” Tysen commented in shock.
“How long have you been playing?” Ryder piped up, staring me directly in the eye.
“I picked up the guitar when I was eleven. I was a complete wreck as a teenager and this kind of saved me in a sense.” I shrugged. Actually, I still was a wreck, just in a grown up body now.
“She can play and dance, who would have known,” Brody slurred as he stood trying to make his drunken way down to the bunks.
I offered the guitar back to Ryder, and he shook his head.
“I’m going to bed; when you are done just set it down on the couch,” he stated, giving me a smile before walking into the darkness.
I smiled and re positioned the guitar in my lap. Closing my eyes, I started to strum the chorus of Simple Man, letting my fingers once again take over and play something that was second nature to them. The bus was once again quiet as I softly played.
“ You’re good,” came
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