"What the hell am I doing here?"
I asked myself this question for perhaps the tenth time since coming to the club. I wasn't much into live music, except for maybe a good jazz band. But, here I was. Surrounded by a bunch of beautiful twenty somethings. They were laughing it up, having fun and drinking copious amounts of alcohol, shamelessly flirting with everyone who moved. Two young ladies, porn star kissing for a bunch of whooping guys, fell down in a tangle of legs, showing everyone what color thongs they were wearing. Instead of helping the women up, the dudes thought it would be a great idea to give the two a beer bath. Their parents must be so proud, I thought. I deftly avoided getting Budweiser on my clothes and the groping hands of some college age beer goggled frat boy. My God! I was almost old enough to be his mother. Sigh.
I wanted to leave but steeled my nerves. She was here. We had been talking for a while, texting back and forth on long, lonely nights. She was the guitar player for her band and had invited me to her next show. I was intrigued. It had been a while since I was with anyone. We had connected, texting each other to some very enjoyable self gratification sessions. She said she wanted to meet me face to face, to talk and maybe do some other things. I was looking forward to it. Getting dolled up, trying hard not to look like someone's mother cougar hunting for some young cock. But, I was having second thoughts. What if she didn't like me? What if she blew me off? It would be devastating. There was a big difference between texting some dirty sentences and looking someone in the eye. But, I stayed, looking at all of the scantily dress women bouncing up and down to the beat, their breasts barely contained in the cropped shirts they were wearing.
She was on next. Her band got a lot of cheers. They went into their playlist but I wasn't paying attention. There she was. Not twenty feet in front of me. I was mesmerized. Her fingers flew over the strings. I imagined myself naked in her arms, those talented fingers playing with my body, making me cry out. She would play me like another instrument. I saw her beautiful mouth singing words and pictured her mouth on my breasts. The ruby lips marking me as hers. I felt myself getting wet. I wanted to climb on the stage and give all of these people a real show. I didn't even realize that they had finished until the music stopped and people screamed out in appreciation. I joined them in cheering her. She was worth the praise.
Fingers tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a large man in a yellow tee shirt standing there. He smiled at me and handed me a pass. A backstage pass. Oh my God! She had seen me. I blushed as he winked at me, gratefully taking it from his hand and made my way to the backstage door. I showed the pass to the guy manning the door. He pushed it open, waving me inside. The sound of the crowd was muffled. The ringing in my ears from the shouting and the speakers faded as I walked down the hall to the green room. The door was shut but the sounds of laughter and conversation bled through. I raised my hand to knock on the door but hesitated. This was it. I could leave now. No one would be the wiser. My throat tightened and I swallowed hard. Then I heard her. She laughed at something. Her voice sounded like an angel from heaven. I knocked on the door.