Emily's POV
I remember the first night I ever saw Mikey he looked absolutely gorgeous strumming away on his guitar with the red and blue stage lights dancing around him like he was a true Rockstar. Well that's exactly what he was although at the time I didn't know the band he was playing in was My Chemical Romance.
Linzi and I were neighbours, she was older than me with her being twenty-four and me seventeen. I used to baby-sit for Tamzin her little girl. One night she came home from her double shift at the gas station and I knew she was low on cash, struggling like hell because Tamzin's father took the easy way out and killed himself a year after she'd been born. Anyways as sort of like payment for babysitting she offered to take me to this little club and supply me with as much booze as I wanted as the guy who owned it had a soft spot for Linzi.
Linzi and I became sister-in-laws as she married Gerard, Mikey's older brother. We were always going over to see each other, going on tour together everything that families do we did, until she died leaving poor Gerard to raise Tamzin and from what I hear from Frankie (mostly) she's turning out just like Linzi.
I feel bad that we don't hang out like we used to but it's just that with my company taking off to heights I never thought possible and Mikey working hard with the "Michael James Way" foundation in New Jersey which helps keep kids off the streets and out of danger and he's always popping over spending time with them teaching the guitar and in general being a big kid. We just never really have enough time to just hang out.
I kissed my friends on the cheeks and said bye to them as Annabelle and I climbed in the back of the cab to take us back to mine. It's very rare that I drink but with our monthly girls day out I decided to let my hair down, which even in my drunken state I so know I'm going to regret it.
I've spent most of the day watching Annabelle with her glossy black hair styled in sexy waves just brushing the tops of her firm breasts and with each flick of her hair you see the fire red underneath, her milky soft skin glowing under the strobe lights of the club (yes in a club drinking like there's no tomorrow in the afternoon, it's amazing what you find in New York) swinging her hips and shaking her ass for all the guys to admire her and believe me they did along with a few girls. She doesn't have a care in the world, she tells me all her tales from the bedroom I can't help but stare open mouthed at some of the things she tells me and if I'm honest it kinda turns me on.