Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,5
my hair to make it stand up in a messy way, and I don’t bother shaving.
It’s going on 8 p.m. when I finally eat dinner, and another hour passes before I’m leaving the house. I didn’t want to get there too early anyway. I call a cab and tell her where to take me. It’s a good thing I did, because I’d never heard of The Ol’ Pub before. When we pull up, I see why.
It’s just some run-down hole-in-the-wall bar. I don’t usually frequent dive bars—at least not since my college days. Walking into the venue, the smell hits me: body odor from the dozens of people piled inside the small building, mixed with the stench of stale alcohol and cheap weed. It’s dirty, and honestly, I’m afraid to even sit on a barstool, but I do because I remember what Calvin said about her lifestyle compared with mine, and I’m determined to prove him wrong. I can fit into her world. I’ll make him see that.
I sit at the bar and order a glass of scotch. I don’t know what I’m given, but it must be the cheapest scotch known to man. I choke it down while people are bumping into my back and shoulders, then I order a beer for safe measure. The beer tastes much better, but that’s probably because I’m not expecting much from a Budweiser.
As I sit alone and drink my beer, I look around the bar, hoping to catch her. In the far back corner, I spot a couple who might be having sex against the wall. There’s a large group of people already on the dance floor, crowding the stage and waiting for the show to begin. And the bar is lined to the max with people grouping around it, but I don’t find her beautiful face or flowing waves anywhere.
Around 10 p.m., the room gets dark and multicolored lights come on. A bright light gets pointed at the stage and Luna walks out. The bright spotlight lights up her eyes, making them sparkle. Her chocolate hair is nearly shimmering. She takes in the large crowd before her and smiles wide, making my heart pound even harder in my chest.
I turn my barstool so I can watch the show. My jealously flares when I see she’s in a band with a bunch of guys. I wonder if she’s seeing any of them, but I push away the thought. She’s not my girl and I don’t have any right to be jealous.
“Hello, everyone!” Luna says into the mic and the crowd goes wild. “Everyone having a good time?” They scream even louder, making my ears ring. “Awesome! Let’s crank this party up, shall we?”
The music starts and I’m immediately surprised by how good they are. They don’t sound like some small garage band. They seem like real rock stars. Luna rocks the guitar just like she did at the store today, but then she opens her mouth and the most beautiful sound comes out. The drummer puts on a show all his own the way he twirls the sticks in the air. The bass player keeps the beat and makes it vibrate in my chest. And there’s another guitar player who also sings backup. His rasp is the perfect complement to Luna’s sweet voice.
“You ever seen them play before?” the bartender asks me.
I shake my head and yell back, “First time. They’re really good!”
He nods with a smile. “Yeah, word has it they’re about to be signed!”
I order another beer and decide to try pushing my way to the front of the stage. It takes some time to get there, but I finally make it with only a few dirty looks. I stand right in front of her as she sings and moves around the stage. She’s wearing a short black jean skirt with combat boots. Her top is more like a bikini, and I imagine what would happen if one of those little ties just happened to come loose.
As I watch her move around the stage, singing and playing the guitar, her eyes lock on mine and she flashes me a smile and a wink. I lift my beer and nod, trying to play it cool, but honestly, I’m anything but. It’s like I’m falling for this girl who’s a real rock star. I almost feel giddy inside—like my celebrity crush noticed me in the crowd. I know it all sounds stupid, but it’s easy to get wrapped up in the whole