Gemme: For the MusicMature

The rest of the ride to Cleveland was rather quick and uneventful. I let the eagle go back to the wild, even though when we got to the venue it was still sat on the top of the bus. It was hectic when we got there, people setting up and what not. I and Alice sat in the lounge back stage, where I taught her how to improve her reading and her writing. But it was ten in the evening and Alice was already falling asleep, we had only gotten onto the third page when she was drifting off.

I had already phoned for a new driver and, by reading his mind, this guy was talented. I mean, he was heavily built and came with a gun. He was more, a body guard with a driving licence. I also made some of the guards from the concert stand outside the bus. So, not really fearing for her safety I carried her in. Laying her in the bed I kissed her forehead. “If anyone comes in here, you don’t know call for me right away.” I whispered into her mind while she slept.

For extra measure I made sure the CCTV cameras were on the bus and that the Eagle, here on named Aero, was watching too. I thought that would be enough protection. So I set back to the stage, standing in the wings as I watched them perform. When they finished up he hugged me tightly, kissing me.

"Hey, good show." I smiled, walking back to the lounge area with him. He slipped an arm around my waist and grinned, "Thanks." I pushed open the door to the lounge area, collapsing onto the large couch. Someone handed Luca a beer and he flicked the top off with his telekinesis and sat next to me. I didn’t really know what to say so I leant back into the sofa and turned to Rayn, “by the way, bad news. The Eagle’s not really leaving us.”

“Why not?" he whined, I found it rather funny though. The bird hadn’t even done anything.

"I dunno." I shrugged.

"Please make it go! I hate birds."

"I can't."

"I'm growing quite fond of it myself," Luca whispered in my ear, chuckling as Rayn turned away from the eagle's stare through the small window. To be honest, it wasn’t really looking at him, just anyone in particular.

I rubbed my ear as his breath tickled my skin, "good, because I can't do anything about it."

"I thought you were the one that talks to animals?" he raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning away to light a cigarette.

"Yeah, but I like her, I don't want to argue, plus, she's stubborn as anything." Stubborn and proud, not like the wonderful bluebird, that was sweet and caring, if not loving the gossip a little.

"As long as she doesn't make my guitarist a quivering wreck, I'm sure we'll all be fine," he laughed. I nodded, looking round at the band, somewhat surprised they hadn't broken out the drugs yet.

"We're playing tomorrow; they don't wanna get completely wrecked. It's like an unspoken rule. If we're not playing the next day, we can get wasted, but if we are, we don't." He explained. "They don't anyways. I do; did." A frown lined his forehead slightly.

"Ahh, I see, fair enough."

"I dunno if they ever twigged that I got high even when they didn't. Being a healer has its definite advantages when you're an addict," he sighed.

"Yeah, I know," I smiled weakly, "so, any rules to anything else I should know about?"

"Well up until you and Alice arrived, they all thought I'm a horrible person - to girls at least. Good friend, bad, bad boyfriend. It's not a rule, as such, just saying, they'll probably be weird for a while until they figure out that I'm actually being nice, not just hiding my assholeishness."

"Oh." I mumbled. "So, umm...what am I gonna do while you guys drink and... whatever it is you do."

"Well I was under the impression I had something to look forward to after the gig. Or did you change your mind?"

"Oh! No, I simply forgot." I laughed slightly.

"How can you forget?" He laughed too, kissing me lightly.

"Umm... your performance was enthralling?" I shrugged.

"That good, huh?"

"Yeah, Can't say I was listening to the music though," well, I say I forgot and I did. I forgot about my promise, not about sex.

He grinned, "Shame, that," he laughed, kissing me again.

"Should I have been?" I mumbled, raising my brow slightly, kissing him back.

"Well... it is a gig and it is supposed to be about the music. But I s'pose I can forgive you."

I laughed, "Supposed to be."

"Well I'd rather the crowd were there for the music, and not because they hope I'll take my shirt off."

"You know some of them won't be there for the music." I pointed out, it’s true. Most people don’t go to gigs for the music, they go to gigs because they love the band and think they’re hot.

"I know," he sighed, "I wish they were, though."

"Why?"

"What d'ya means 'why'? I want them to be there because they like our music, not because they think I'm hot. I don't wanna be the hottest celebrity; I wanna be a good musician."

"Yeah, unfortunately the world doesn't work like that." I sighed, kissing him lightly.

"It should," he scowled, kissing me back.

“I’m sorry.” I sighed, my arms flinging around his neck.

The End

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