I was craving a Yuengling Lager like there was no tomorrow. London had some of the best mixed drinks I’ve ever had, but I missed the local beer back in the States. Standing here by the closed hotel pool, sipping a Stella, I realized how much I cherished my alone time. While the rest of the band was enjoying yet another post gig party, I had escaped to the serene calm and chlorine saturated oasis that surrounded me now. The air hung heavy and wet, clinging to my hair and skin. I didn’t mind. I was at peace. The water danced at the surface from the jets at the far end of the pool, and glints of the neon white lights reflected off of the tiny waves that crashed against the blue tiled sides. Serenity. And just as I was about to consider myself lucky for the entire five minutes that I had been here, the creek of the swing door behind me etched through my privacy like nails on a chalkboard. Lee stood less than an arm’s length in front of me, closer than I liked him to be. He smelled lightly of Dom Perrier, probably left over from the night before. I imagined him, pinky up, sipping from a delicate long stem champagne glass with who ever he had picked up after the show. He played his cover well, entertaining women under the watchful eye of the camera, and behind closed doors leading his secret life. I let out an impatient sigh, then emptied my bottle in one last bitter swig before giving it a careless toss in the trashcan. “I’m surprised you’re not practicing.” He told me. “After the atrocity that we saw on stage tonight, I’d have expected you to be doing everything you can not to let it happen again.” My eyebrows raised, but I said nothing. My fists clenched instinctively, and I shoved them in my back pockets before they could react without my mind telling them otherwise. Instead, I found it more amusing to look him in the eyes, which was making him shift somewhat uncomfortably in his designer shoes. It was a damn shame that no one had been using the pool recently. I was hoping that he’d slip on a stray puddle and land on his overdone face. Something about his eyes struck me tonight in a way that I hadn’t noticed before, not even that night that we had shared a microphone. Behind the eyeliner, I saw a striking resemblance to Lucas. It was the first I had really ever noticed it, but he did share the same salient green eyes that his brother had. Even more surprising was the way I found myself studying the rest of his face as though it were the first time I had ever seen him. Then I caught him doing the same, his eyes glazing over my face, as though he were focusing on every detail, until our eyes finally locked. Instinctively, a fury bubbled up within me, wanting to shout back at him, defend myself against his attacks. He wasn’t being fair. Our entire band sucked, it wasn’t just me. We had no symmetry, no chemistry as a band. And the worst of it came from Lee and myself. We repelled each other.
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 22:48:04 +0000
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