Without even waiting for me, she bounced ahead, towards the back exit of the club. Normally, they wouldn’t let us in but no one had a problem with Lea being backstage. A red-head with a lot of freckles stopped us as we were about to enter, a stern look across his face but he softened when he saw us.
“Hey! It’s been a while,” he grinned and pulled Lea into a hug who laughed merrily.
“It has! How you been doing Cherry?” Cherry wasn’t his real name (thank God). Lea just had a special nickname for everyone she knew.
“I’m doing great! Jet’s on stage, just getting ready for the big show. The doors aren’t going to open for about twenty five minutes so you have time.”
“Yay! Thanks Freckles!”
‘Cherry’/’Freckles’ shot me a smile as I followed the hippity-hoppity stride of Lea. She waltzed right up onto the stage, loudly exclaiming, “Hey babe!”
Jet had been talking to some other guy and turned around just in time to catch Lea as she collided into him, catching her in his arms as he picked her up and spun her around. Her laughter chimed softly through the air, and I saw a bunch of the other guys on stage exchange a few amused looks as they turned their backs to give the happy couple some privacy.
I was slightly surprised he’d had the strength to catch her. Jet wasn’t as muscular looking as most guys. He had a lean build, gangly almost with shaggy blonde hair that always looked tousled. Loose strands sometimes fell in front of his pale blue eyes, which Lea said were ‘as open as the wide skies’. No one would classify him as a hunk but Jet had a certain charm of his own.
He whispered something to her, putting her back down and steadying her. Lea giggled and then the two started kissing passionately. A couple of the guys snickered, and I thought I heard one of them say, “Here they go again”. I looked away, uninterested and bumped straight into Cherry.
“Sorry,” I squeaked. He was carrying a bunch of tools in his arms and he smiled. “No problem.” Peering past me, a smirk made its way to his lips. “So I can see the stage has transformed into make-out central.”
I rolled my eyes and looked over my shoulder, noticing that those two were still wrapped up in each other’s arms. “Yup. They act like they haven’t seen each other in years or something.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing, keeps the passion alive.” Tearing his eyes away, he looked down at me with a small smile. “Mind helping me set all this stuff up? We’re running a little low on staff tonight.”
“Sure Chad.” That was his real name.
He sighed in relief. “Yes! One less person to call me Cherry or Freckles.” I laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder.