She left the house with her cell phone in her hand and her head hanging low. She didnât even know why she was leaving the house, but she promised she would meet her friend at the show. A local show down at the bar a few blocks away. The cold air hit Lynnâs face hard and she pulls her collar tighter around her neck. âA good metal show and some shots of vodka will surely kick me out of my rut.â
Lynnâs life took a drastic turn for the worse when her love affair with a co-worker turned sour. Mark had treated Lynn with just the right amount of tenderness to make her sit awake at night craving more. But when he left for New York, all she had to remember him by was his sweatshirt he had left in her house. It killed Lynn to look at it, but with the cold winds in the midst, she always seems to wake up in the morning wearing it.
Today she wasnât wearing it. Her long, brown hair fell on top of her dark brown suede jacket. Her jean flares curved her legs and hips, wish small rips at the knees. Before she knew it, she arrived at the âMidnite Clubâ. Lucky for her it was a few blocks away from her house so when sheâs trashed she doesnât need to worry about a ride. Opening the door to the club, she drops a 5-dollar bill on the table, holding her wrist out. The man behind the counter placed an orange band around her wrist and waited for the next person to pay. The bar looked fairly empty except for a few people and the first band setting up.
âWas this a mistake?â Lynn thought to herself. âMaybe I should have stayed at home, and cuddled up with a bottle of Jackâ. Just when she thought that, she had turned her head to get a view of her friend coming up to her.
âLynn, Iâm so glad you made it!â. Ginger was already holding a bottle of Mikeâs Hard lemonade when she gave Lynn a hug and guided her to the table she was sitting at. A bunch of her friends all sat in a booth in the corner diagonal from the stage. Lynn took a seat, patiently eyeing the waitress to come over.
âHoney, what would you like?â
âUm.. A Smirnoff Ice.â
She quickly returned with her drink and then resumed her position away from the table. The club quickly filled up and about 3 drinks later the first band came on. Lynn swiveled in her seat to catch a glimpse of the show. The lights had dimmed and 5 men took the stage.
She had heard of this band before, but never HEARD them. âDead Insideâ revved up their guitars and began the intro to their first song. The spotlight switched on and focused on the lead singer. Lynnâs mouth dropped as she saw the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen.
He was amazing. His layered black hair fell just right over the frame of his face. As his mouth opened to sing the lyrics of the song, she saw the perfectly straight teeth accompanied by a tongue ring in the back. His eyes shut tight with passion but when opened they were a warm brown. His gentle hands cradled the microphone as he screamed the chorus. Lynn was in love. It didnât take much, and it happened fast.
âLynn?? Hello???â, Ginger knocked Lynn back to reality to tell her she was leaving early.
âYeah, I found this really hot guy the plays bass for âNo Additivesâ, and after their set weâre going out.â
She pointed to a man leaning against the bar glaring hungrily at Ginger. âHe was hotâ, Lynn thought to herself. But wasnât her type. This man was perfect for Ginger. He was buff, with tattoos and his lip and bridge pierced. He had a shaved head and was completely a metal head. Ginger really dug guys with goatees and piercing. Lynn desired preppy indie rock guys. Ginger walked over to her man and cradled next to him, nuzzling her nose on his neck. âGood, now sheâll be occupied while I watch MY man.â
She watched them play, and watched the lead singer dance and go crazy. Then, it came to the last song of the night. The singer said, âThis last song is for all the ladies in the house. Thanks for everyone who came out tonight. They began the song that was more of a rock love ballad. Before he began the song, he looked right over at Lynn and smiled. He winked his right eye at her and started the song. Lynn lost it. She was enthralled! Lynn just completely melted in her seat.
The song ended and the club filled with applause. Lynn joined them clapping so hard her hands began to hurt. Her sight followed that lead singer. He packed away his gear and was congratulated by people left and right. âI have to talk to himâ, she said to herself.
Slowly and casually she made her way to the side of the stage where he stood talking to his guitarist. He stopped talking and looked at Lynn, âHey man, Iâll talk to you in a bit.â He approached Lynn and said, âHey, so did you like the show?â Lynn froze for a second but managed an answer, âIt was great, and you guys are really good. And your voice is incredible.â Lynn saw his cheeks gets a little red as he said, âThanks, itâs always good to get criticism from new and beautiful faces.â She looked away in embarrassment then back up at him.
He held out his hand and said, âMy nameâs Kyleâ. Lynn shook his hand and introduced herself. She didnât want to let go of his hand, but she had to. Eventually she let go and had a conversation with him. She wanted to know everything about him. Their conversation was cut short when the next band took the stage. Lynn said, âDo you wanna go outside before it gets too loud in here?â He smiles and agreed, leading her outside to the icy, cold air.
âI didnât think it could happen, but I think it got colder.â Kyle turned to Lynn to see her smile, âWell, if you donât mind a walk my house is only a few blocks away.â Kyleâs face brightened up as he said, âSounds good. If itâll get us out of the cold, Iâd do anything.â