The crowd was still cheering wildly even after the music had died down. Not that I could say I really blamed them, mind you. I had been waiting to see Evanescence live ever since I'd seen the music video for 'Bring Me To Life' one night, and I was pleased to say that they didn't disappoint me at all. If anything, they were even more impressive live. And it didn't hurt matters that Amy Lee looked as hot and sexy as ever!
Seeing a curvaceous, pale Goth rocker chick like her strut her stuff while performing on stage and wearing a sexy little corset was more than enough to get any red blooded guy going, if you know what I mean.
The crowd was still clamoring for more, even after the second encore, but it gradually became apparent that the show was over. And besides, it was starting to get late. Some members of the crowd were already starting to disperse. I pulled out my mobile phone to check the time and saw that it was only a little past eleven. I decided that I still had time to run over to the cash bar and grab myself a drink before they started to clear people out of the theatre.
Making my war over to the bar, I grabbed a seat and waited for the brunette bartender to make her way over to me. It seems that quite a few other people had the same idea that I did, so it took her a while to mix all of their drinks. But eventually she got around to me.
"What will you have," she asked, the stress starting to show only slightly from the tone in her voice.
"You got any Kahlúa left," I asked, hoping I could grab my usual white Russian.
"Sorry," she said, "Fresh out."
I sighed, ever so slightly. That would be just my luck, wouldn't it.
"All right," I said somewhat reluctantly, "I guess I'll just go with a Cuba Libre then."
The bartender just raised her eyebrow, not sure what I was asking for.
"Rum and coke," I clarified.
"Oh," she said, and then got to work mixing my drink.
Rum and coke is a nice simple drink that's easy enough to make, so I can usually count on it as a back up, if nothing else.
As soon as she was finished, I took a sip. Not bad. Especially after I had worn my voice ragged cheering for Evanescence only about fifteen minutes ago. But no sooner had I started enjoying my drink than I felt a tap on my shoulder. Somewhat confused, I slowly turned around. To my astonishment, Amy Lee was standing behind me! Amy
FUCKING
LEE! The same woman who I had been so eagerly watching sing on stage just a few minutes earlier!
She looked gorgeous as always, dressed in the same Hot Topic Goth look that was so popular in malls and schools these days. Except that she really managed to pull it off! She was wearing that same black lacey corset top, which showed off her truly magnificent cleavage oh so well, with a ruffled blue skirt, and tight knee high leather boots. Her pale skin was no doubt enhanced by heavy make-up, and she had dark blue lipstick and eyeshadow on to compliment her look. Her jet black hair was left flowing behind her shoulders.
In short, she looked like a beautiful Gothic dream straight out of the works of Edgar Allen Poe or Hammer studios. I liked it... I liked it a lot, actually. I just wondered how many other people in the crowd actually noticed her standing here with me.
"Hi," she beamed cheerfully, as she rather nonchalantly pulled up a seat next to me.
"So I noticed you during the concert," she continued.
I was dumbfounded... literally at a loss for words in this situation.
"Oh my God," I exclaimed, "You're Amy Lee! I love your band! I've been following you guys since the days of 'Fallen!' Would you mind terribly if I got a picture with you?"
I really hadn't meant to gush like some sort of obsessed fan-boy there. It just sort of spilled out on its own accord there, but then, I tend to get tongue-tied around pretty women, and they don't come much better than the sexy little Gothic treat who was sitting beside me at the moment.
Not that I was actually thinking any of that over as I rustled through my jacket pocket trying to find my digital camera.
Amy didn't actually seem all that bother by any of this. In fact, she just leaned forward a little, giving me a rather tempting view of her pale white cleavage.
"Actually," she said, as she gently placed her hand on my thigh, "I was thinking that maybe we could go backstage for a while."
She slowly rubbed her hand up my leg and toward my crotch before pulling away. Needless to say, I was as hard as a rock by this point, not that I needed all that much encouragement in the first place.
"Oooh," I exclaimed, slightly surprised but still trying to sound suave and cool, "That sounds good to me!"
We've all heard the stories about rock stars picking up 'groupies' while their on tour and banging the hell out of them. In fact, it's practically required. You know, the whole 'sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll' shtick. But I've never really heard of female musicians doing the same thing with male groupies, nor would I have expected to score with someone as hot as Amy Lee. Still, stranger things have happened, and I'm not one to object to good things coming my way. I just didn't want to seem
too
eager at the time.
Amy just smiled at me, her dark blue lips making her look even sexier than you would have imagined.
"Here," she said, slipping me a laminated pass on a lanyard, "Take this, it's a back stage pass. I'm going to go back to the tour bus. Wait twenty minutes, then follow me out there. If anyone from security tries to stop you just show them this and they'll let you in. Okay?"
I nodded, accepting the pass.
"Remember, wait twenty minutes," she repeated, "I
really
hope that you'll like it backstage."
Then she stood up and left, gracefully making her way through the gradually diminishing crowd and through the door backstage. To be perfectly honest, at the time I was still amazed that such a conversation had even taken place at all. But a quick glance down at my hand revealed the very real backstage pass sitting in my palm. I took a few more sips of my Cuba Libre and tried to decide what to do. After all, maybe this was some sort of cruel practical joke. Maybe I was going insane. I don't know...
Unsure of how to proceed, I ordered another rum-and-coke from the bartender. Why not? I had some money to spare for the night. Eventually, after working up enough liquid courage, I check my watch. Almost twenty minutes had passed since our conversation. I had to make up my mind right then and there. Would I just call it a night and go home, wondering what could have been, or would I accept the pass and try to go backstage on the off chance that she really was interested in some wild - and (for her, at least) anonymous - sex while on tour?
Needless to say, I wound up choosing the latter option.
By this time, the crowd had pretty much entirely dispersed. Most of them had already made their way to their cars or caught taxis to their next destination. Evanescence's tour bus had pulled up to the back door, and the roadies were busily packing up electronic equipment and putting it into the bus. I made my way over towards the bus, flashing my pass at the nearest yellow-vested security guard, who just waved me on without a second look.
"Hello," I said, nervuously making my way onto the bus.
"I've been waiting for you," Amy said, coming out from around one of the corners.
