Creating A Luna

Three

Aren:

    My stomach hurt from shouting at that stupid ass costume designer. Alice, my agent had gotten us a new one, a month ago. The last costume designer hit Gary in the face because... well, I don't remember why she hit her, but she hit my girl. Gary had just found out she's pregnant. So, I couldn't let that s**t slide. This new girl has been screwing up my costumes since day one. I should have put her on the street when we performed with Creed on SNL in black glitter leggings. 

    I've let it go several times because Marie and Gary have been telling me to keep calm. Screw keeping calm my shows have to be perfect and up until this girl came into our lives, they had been. Especially this one. Not to mention she just made me lose my s**t in front of Jared Leto and Davy Havok. They enjoyed the show but I didn't want to come off as a raging primadonna. 

    I didn't have to hit her or get as mad as I did but something is stirring up my wolf. She's edgy, something is here. I don't know what it is yet, but it has to be big. I'm going to have to go for a run if the show doesn't tire her out. They usually do, but this is a new kind of anxious. One I haven't felt in a long time. I took a drink of bourbon to try and calm me before I have to go on. 

    "Are these it?" Gary asked setting our costumes in front of me. I sighed with relief. When I saw the thin leather outfits.

    "Yes. These are designed to let our bodies breath while we're out there. You almost passed out in Chicago," I said taking my body suit off the top.

    "Aren, is that why you were pissed?" Lambie laughed looking over the costumes.

    "No, but Gary is having a pup. We should have been home a lot sooner. She needs to rest," Gary came over to me wrapping her arms around me. I shrugged her off. She knows my wolf doesn't like feeling caged in when she's on edge like this.

    "Thanks, Alpha. You're the best," she smiled reaching for her body suit.

    "You're still not calm, Aren. You need to relax. You can break something like your guitar out on stage and that... I don't even know how we would explain that to the humans," Marie said annoyed. "Anyway, have you guys met the Alpha? Can you yum?"

    "I hope that ass hole doesn't think I'm going submit to him. Aaron may be his beta, but I will rather be out on my own than bow to some overzealous Alpha,"

    "We all have to submit. I don't mind being part of a pack. Being rogues among humans sucks. I can't wait to go for runs whenever I want. Get some tracking and combat training. Doing perimeter runs. Doesn't that sound like fun?" I can never tell if Lambie is being sarcastic or serious. 

    "I much rather be giving orders and..."

    "Glass, you guys are on in ten. kick it into gear girls," the stage manager said sticking his head in from the side of the doorway before he disappeared again.

    "Alright, get ready. Let's give them a night to remember," I said. Gary drummed the table as she went into her wardrobe room.

    I changed in the restroom because I always have to pee before we go on. Once, I almost peed in my leathers because I didn't go when I was supposed to. It's the most horrible feeling to have to go to the restroom being stuck knowing you can't. During that first break, I ripped my costume off and had to wear my jeans after. Not tonight. These cat ears and this tightly fitted bodysuit is staying in one piece. Maybe the cat ears are going to fly into some worshipping fan's hand but the suit stays on.

    Once we were ready, our doors were opened and security began to push the crowd out of the way. Fans shouted our names left and right. They reached out to us like we were goddesses among them. When I first put my pen to a piece of paper, when I tuned my guitar to get down that first song down. I never imagined this would be the gift and acknowledgment I would get out of it.

    Playing at talent shows and local pubs. Playing in Gary's garage seemed like such a long time ago. It seems like a different life. I guess it is in a way. I find myself missing those days when something goes wrong. It wasn't about pleasing them then. It was about us.

    I'm glad we stayed true to our selves, well, at least I did. I never lost the protective instinct or instinct to lead. I want to help my people. I want so much more than just my voice for them to recognize. I want to help my race. I want werewolves to know that I'm so much more than a pretty voice, a pretty face, and a slamming body.

    That's why I've waited. I've waited for my mate, but I'm done looking for something that I might never find. The life I lead isn't exactly a safe one. Just last night, I was attacked. Well, I attacked first. That's exactly my point though. I refuse to die without knowing the warmth of someone I want to be with. Dating isn't exactly my expertise, but hello I'm Aren mother f*****g Glass I can do whatever I want. Whenever I want. However, I want. With whoever I want.

    All I have to do is really want it and I'm there. I went from being little orphan Aren to being on the cover of Vogue, Vanity Fair, and The Rolling Stone. People all over the world have the collectors Barbie doll made of me, of all of us and that's because Gary and I saw where we wanted to be and went after it. I'm glad she found her mate. I'm going to miss her, miss all of this. The way we were. Everything is changing so fast.

    Our music is like a religion to these people. Don't get me wrong AFI and 30 seconds to Mars are bad ass, but they are the opening acts. These people are here for us. No one even knew who the opening bands were when our tickets went on sale. They sold out on the third day. A week before it was announced that AFI was opening.

    The people in our music video costumes. The crazy signs they draw up. A guy holding up a sign that reads, AREN MARRY ME!! Or the one the two chicks in b*****e costumes are holding up. SHOW ME YOUR t**s GARY/ AREN!!!! I'm giving it all up now. I think it's time to grow up. This isn't what I was meant to be. Just a little detour.

    When we finally stepped on stage the silent cheers erupted into loud screams of excitement. My blood catching on to their excitement pumped fast making me laugh and smile as the crowd clashed against the giant security guards pushing them back. The crowd began to chant My Glass Rocket over and over again making it a melody of their own. 

    "I'm gonna miss this," Gary said with tears in her eyes as she jumped on to her section of the stage where her drums were set up. 

    Marie and Lambie stepped on to the stage taking their places just as we practiced. I followed at last. The crowd got louder. It seemed impossible, but they shouted out louder as I stood in front of the mic without saying a single word.

    "Hi," was all I said for them to scream to the point were my ears began to ring. I let them scream for a bit before speaking again. "I'd like to start with welcoming you loud crazy ass mother Fuckers to Tennessee,"

    "For those of you who aren't from here, I'd like to give you bitches a big ass thank you for coming down and joining us in our home," Lambie laughed.

    "Those of you who are from here...."Gary shouted.

    "We're back bitches!" We all shouted. Everyone went crazy, shouting, whistling, thunderclaps, were all blasted at us from every direction. The fog, the lights, the darkness of it all is memorizing. I stood there taking it all in imprinting this into my memory. I will never forget this.

    "Gary, give me a beat," I said leaning into my mic. 

    She began to drum and we began to play giving them what they want. What they came here to see. They watched as we made love to our instruments. Playing each note, singing each word.

    No, I definitely never imagined that this would be the prize I would get when I put the pen to that piece of paper the night I wrote my first song. I was eleven and if it wasn't for my dad telling me that whatever I was playing was bad ass. I would have never done this. He had trained me for a future and in his death pointed me in the future I have now.  So this night, this concert, is for my dad. My apology to him for getting him killed a year later after he rectified my path. It's time to put my toys away and do what he knew I was born to be. The Alpha.