Chapter 3
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We got to the club a few minutes before showtime. Mike, the bar manager, escorted us to the dressing room behind the stage.
I began to do some vocal warm ups and finger stretches as I stripped out of sweaty clothes to get into something a bit more professional and slinky for onstage. Guy took his guitar out of its case so it could adjust to the club’s temperature. He quickly changed into his suit.
Our brief pre-show kiss was interrupted by Mike who leaned his head into the door and said, “showtime!”
We have played so many shows now that neither of us has to think anymore. We can just feel the music. Read the vibes of the room, the energy of the audience - and slip in and out of the melody of each song accordingly.
The room was dark, very dark. Just the way I like it. We could barely see the audience. Unless you have been on stage before, you never realize just how blind most performers are. With a dark room and a brightly lit stage it makes for the perfect combination of not knowing who is in the audience - leaving us to our own musical world of jazz. Pure jazz.
“Life is jazz”, I said one time years ago as we laid in bed n***d, smoking a blunt.
“Why is that?” Guy asked.
“It’s unexpected and you have to play off the rhythm of each situation,” I said.
“This is the kind of conversations stoners have had for years,” he laughed.
We played our set and worked the room and each other. Jazz being a constant dance of the unexpected.
“We’re going to play one more tune,” I said to the audience, “and then take a short break - don’t go anywhere...because we’re here all night.”
The audience chuckled and applauded.
I began to sing.
“All of me, why not take all of me, can’t you see, I’m no good without you…”
We fell onto the couch in the dressing room. I realized it was the first time I had sat for nearly seven hours.
“Is Kelsey here?” Guy asked.
“I didn’t see her.” I said disappointedly.
A few minutes passed. We were both thankful for the quiet relaxation of the dressing room. I stood up and began to re-apply my lipstick in the mirror. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.
“Just a minute,” Guy said, not wanting to get up from the couch.
“Oh, ummm, I can come back,” a woman’s timid voice said.
My eyes immediately locked on Guy's. I raised my eyebrows and licked my pursed lips.
I opened the door and excitedly said, “Kelseyyyyyy!”
Kelsey excitedly ran into my open arms. We embraced for several seconds.
“Oh my gosh, I had no idea you guys were so good!” Kelsey said, finally acknowledging me.
“Hi Kelsey,” Guy said, standing up. As he started to shake her hand, she pulled my hubby in for a hug.
“C’mon we’re yoga buddies - we don’t shake hands. We hug!” Kelsey said, excitedly.
I laughed and softly let my left hand trace down Kelsey’s spine. She was still just as fit as she had been since I had last seen her...a few years ago...in yoga class. I remember studying her body lines, aching to feel her...to taste her...to melt into her...to f**k her...
“I miss you,” I said.
“I miss you too. I can’t believe I never got to say goodbye.”
“Bring me up to speed with your life, what has happened in the past two years…?” I asked, my voice trailed off as Kelsey began to excitedly speak.
Guy sat back down on the couch, watching us speak. I sat in the dressing room chair in front of the mirrors. Kelsey sat perched on the dressing room table directly in front of me.
Kelsey was hurriedly telling me her life story.
"I met a guy…turned out he was an asshole…we moved from Minneapolis out to DC…he was in finance…"
To be honest, I was only half listening to Kelsey's words. I was more focused on her body, her aura, her energy. I knew we would pair so well. We had natural chemistry. Kelsey was in her mid twenties and very fit. She had cut her long blonde hair: shaving the sides and keeping the top into a boyish cut. It makes her look more lesbian! I thought...appreciating how my friend had transformed herself into a truly yummy looking dyke.
I imagined what my head would look like in between Kelsey’s legs. I imagined what we would look like kissing...licking...cumming...
Kelsey continued: "So the guy turned out to be a total asshole…he cheated on me and moved to New York to be with the new girl…but I love my job and decided to stay here in DC…"
“That’s so crazy,” I said.
“I know!” Kelsey said, putting her arm on my shoulder. “Then I saw a poster for your show last night and couldn’t believe it!”
“I’m so glad you came!” I said.
Guy joined the conversation, being careful to keep his hat on his lap as it slyly hid his rock hard member. I knew he had been studying us too. I could tell he wanted us to f**k. “Are you staying for the rest of the show?” Guy asked Kelsey.
“I’d love to! You guys are so awesome. I didn’t even know I liked jazz!” Turning to me she added, “and your voice is ah-maze-balls!”
“Oh, thank you.” I said, giggling. “Here, let me buy you a drink.”
“No, you don’t have to do that,” said Kelsey.
“We want to.” I added.
“Where are you guys staying tonight?” Kelsey asked.
Before I could answer, Guy guided the conversation. Despite already making reservations, he said: “we’ll probably just find a hotel somewhere after the show.”
Smart thinking, my boy, I thought. I quickly backed up his story. “Yeah, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Nonsense,” Kelsey said, “I have a place - it’s just a mile down the road. You guys must be my guests.”
“We don’t want to impose,” I said.
“I’ll be offended if you don’t stay at my place.” Kelsey said, resting her arms on my shoulders.
“Ok, then, but I definitely owe you several drinks.”
We left the dressing room for drinks. Not that I needed to get Kelsey loosened up, she seemed pretty flirty already...but another drink or two or three certainly couldn't hurt the situation. Damn! I thought, watching as my new friend brought the cocktail glass to her lips, I can hardly wait for the show to be over!
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