Taylor and the rest of the band arrived early at the stadium Friday afternoon; they still had about four hours to go before it was their turn to perform. The band received ten backstage passes from the organizers, and since they carried their own equipment to and from every gig, they had four extra passes. They flipped a coin for the left over passes, and Taylor, Paul, Mike, and Shawn won, so they each could invite a guest. Taylor gave the pass to his sister, and the rest handed theirs to whom ever they wanted to fuck the most. The group made their way from the performer parking area, to the back of the stage in one trip, with everyone helping to carry their equipment. They did not need drums, so it was only guitars, keyboard, and a few other miscellaneous items.
Behind the huge stage, an even bigger tent housed the performers of the day. Inside the huge tent there was food stalls, open bar, dressing rooms, and couches for the performers to sit on. There must have been over a hundred people milling about inside the tent, from performers to press and stage crewmembers. One of the organizer's staff guided them to an area marked 'Drudge,' and they quickly settled in. Off to their left was a closed section marked 'Culture,' and the most activity seemed to be centered around that area. Laura brought Taylor a plate of food, stacked high with the normal type of snacks, like chicken wings, sausages, meatballs and other cold meats, and a few beers. She and Jenny then went stargazing, while Taylor sat and watched the people inside the tent.
He recognized a few other performers, not that they were famous, but he had seen some of their posters at the places their own band performed at. There were many girls backstage, the woman to man ratio about three to one, and saying that most of them were beautiful is an understatement. Like the three other girls that arrived with them, they were given backstage passes for one reason only, because they were every normal man's fuck fantasy. Just like any normal young twenty year old, Taylor thought allot about sex, but the moment he looked down at his legs, all thoughts of scoring left his mind. He still wore braces, but the plastic type, that could be removed by just un-strapping them. His baggy black colored jeans camouflaged the braces, but when he has to get up and move, there is no hiding the fact that he uses crutches to get from point A to point B.
The sudden stirring inside the tent was caused by the band Culture' arrival. Culture has two songs in the top twenty charts; they are a band on the rise, and the main reason ten thousand screaming fans came to the music festival. Their lead singer Amy Woodland, has been his secret masturbation fantasy for over two years now. She became famous as a child actor, who joined the band when she was seventeen, and from then on, they never looked back. Culture's first album was released earlier this year, and Taylor knew every song word for word. He wrote the new song that they were performing tonight, with Amy Woodland in mind. It is the type of song that suits her voice and their type of music genre to a T. Paul wasn't happy with the song, because Jenny has to sing most of it, with him doing the backup vocals for a change, but the rest of the band loved it, so he was overruled.
While Culture made their way to their enclosed compartment, Frank joined Taylor on the couch.
"How you holding up Taylor, you need anything?"
"No thanks Frank, I'm okay, Laura and Jenny left me some food and a few beers, you want one," Taylor indicated to his stash of beers next to him on the couch.
"Not right now, maybe later bro."
Frank scanned the crowd, and gave a low whistle. "Fuck, but there is some hot talent on display here tonight."
Taylor smiled, "you are telling me, it looks more like the backstage of some Paris fashion show, than a music festival."
"So why aren't you out there chasing tail, "Frank asked with a smile?
"They are to fast for me, "Taylor replied with a hint of bitterness.
"I don't know why your injuries bother you so much, you are a good looking kid, and I know the ladies are interested, but each to his own I say. This may sound wrong no matter how I say it, but I thank our lucky stars every day that because of your injuries the other band decided not to take you. Their loss is our gain."
"Thanks Frank, I know you mean well. I like playing with you guys; it is the highlight of my day."
Frank laughed, "You poor kid, your life must be pretty shitty if you think mingling with us has-beens is a highlight."
"No really, I mean it, and don't pretend you are old jeez, you make me feel like a sixteen year old."
"Fuck I do feel old, in two years I'm turning thirty, Mike the year after that, and I know that you would never have guessed it, but Shawn is already thirty."
Taylor looked at Frank in disbelieve, "Shawn thirty, shit he looks younger than me."
"Yes he does, but never tell anyone okay, he likes it when the college girls think of him as some inexperienced virgin," Frank replied laughing.
"His secret is safe with me. So what do you think of Culture?"
"I know two of the guys in the band, and just like us, they caught a lucky break," Frank said looking serous.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when Amy joined the band their fortunes changed, just like when you joined us."
"Oh come on Frank, you guys were doing okay long before I joined."
Frank shook his head, "no Taylor, I actually had a day job before you came along, and with Jenny also joining things has just got better and better."
"If you say so mate, Jenny knows how to draw a crowd."
"She only has eyes for you Taylor, when are you going to bang that piece of ass?"
Taylor laughed, "Yeah right, when are we going on?"
