Unbreakable

I’m sitting at a table in some nightclub after the show. Ashley and the guys are off doing god knows who; I’ve got my laptop out, and I’m trying to figure out how to make the show better. It went smoothly. No mics broke, no amps caught on fire, there was a little bit of feedback when Andy and Ashley got too close, but that’s normal. I just want to make this show amazing so I can make my family proud when we go over to the U.K.

I’m working on lights at the moment. The lasers are my favorite aspect of lights. During “Set The World On Fire” I have them making flames in the smoke. We don’t have a license to use real fire, (yet), so lights are our only option. The LED boards help out a lot too. We can use graphics, or play parts of the music videos. They really help add to the audience's experience. And in the end, that’s all that really matters.

The light show plays on my laptop as I see a flicker of movement right in front of me. It’s probably just one of the guys. I glance up to see which one it is, but it’s not one of them. It’s a guy, that’s for sure, but he’s not one of mine.

Just ignore him Lace, he’ll go away eventually… My eyes flick back to the intricate array of lights flashing on my screen. Why isn’t he leaving? Can’t he tell that I’m not interested? He clears his throat, and shuts my laptop screen. Oh hell no! “Excuse me,” he starts, “I couldn’t help but notice that you were sitting here all by yourself.”

Wow, how observant of you! “That’s because I’m working.” Please go away.

“Working in a nightclub? You’re joking right?”

“Nope,” I look around the bar to see where the guys are, but they aren’t there. In my scan of the club, I notice that this guy has a tribal tattoo on his arm. Whoop Whoop! Douche bag alert!

“It’s pretty loud in here…” he starts, “Wouldn’t you like to go somewhere quieter to work. Like… me place.”

I can’t help but laugh out loud at his boldness. “Wait, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to sleep with you before you even tell me your name?” I laugh harder. Who does this guy think he is, Charlie Sheen? “That’s pretty presumptuous of you.”

He runs a hand through his heavily gelled hair. I’ve seen this trick before; it’s to show off his toned arm muscles. “My name is-”

“Wait don’t tell me,” I interrupt. I study his gelled brown hair, surfer tank top, and tribal tattoo. “Your name is Brandon.”

He gives me an astonished look. “How did you know?”

“You’re the stereotype of almost every Brandon on Earth,” I chuckle.

Brandon's face shifts from confused to ‘sexy’ before he starts talking to me again. “Well seeing how you already know my name, I don’t see what the problem is.”

I chuckle some more, and scan the club for the guys. “Sorry dearie, but I’m engaged.”

“What? You’re too young to be engaged!” He exclaims.

“Then I’m way too young to be sleeping with you,” I retort. Brandon slumps back into the chair. I kinda feel bad for the guy. I can’t imagine his tactic works very well on any girls. “Okay…” I sigh, “I’m going to give you some tips on how to pick up girls.”

“What would you know about picking people up, you’re working at a club.”

I’m just going to ignore the sass… Don’t punch him, he’s just ignorant not threatening. “I happen to know a lot about picking up guys. I spent my first two years in L.A. at clubs. Now do you want help or not?” Brandon’s ego deflates, and he gives me a small nod. “Good, now tip number one: If a girl is working on her laptop, don’t shut it on her. She probably won’t be as nice as me, and she will probably rip your dick off right then.” A shudder runs through his shoulders, making me smile a bit. “Tip number two: If a girl is ignoring you, no amount of ass grabbing, cat calling, or drink offering is going to make her pay attention to you. Move on before you make a fool of yourself.” Brandon nods like this is making sense to him. Which is great! Hopefully he won’t bother more girls.

A glance over his shoulder shows me a pretty brunette that looks like she wants him to bother her though. “Tip number three: Don’t use any sort of date rape drug on a girl. That’s just a shitty thing to do.” The girl looks slightly sad as I talk to Brandon. Don’t worry hun, I’ll release him into the wild in a minute! “Tip number four: Make sure the girl knows that it’s just a one night stand. Some girls get emotionally attached easily, and you don’t want some psycho following you around and blowing up your phone.” The girl and I make eye contact for a second. I promise I’m almost done sweetheart! I’m doing you a favor, just be patient. “And last but not least, have a conversation with her before you leave. Get to know her a little bit. Trust me, it makes sex better for the two of you.” It looks like Brandon has absorbed all of the information. “Now, see that brunette at the bar?”

Brandon whips his head around, and smiles. “Yeah.”

“She’s been eyeing you this whole time.”

“Has she really?” He looks like a little kid on Christmas morning. It warms my heart.

“Yes! Now stop talking to me, and get over there!” I give him a reassuring pat on the hand. “Remember what I told you! Go get ‘em tiger!”

“Thank you so much…” he waits for me to tell him my name.

“It’s Laci. Now go before you lose her!”

“Right!” Brandon turns on his heel, and speed walks over to the pretty brunette girl. She gives him a warm smile, and they start chatting. I’m so proud! I internally wipe a small tear, and breathe a happy sigh of relief. Now I can finally get back to work!

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” Ashley asks as he slides into the seat across from me.

“Holy balls! Can’t a girl get some motherfucking work done in here?” My face meets my palm, and I growl a little bit.

“Okay… Sorry to bother you,” Ashley goes to get up, but I put my hand in his to stop him.

“No, that’s my bad. You didn’t do anything. That guy was trying to hook up. But don’t worry, I put him in his place, and I taught him how to pick up girls.”

Ashley gives me a condescending look before talking. I’m going to ignore that! “Lace I highly doubt the tips you gave him would do you him any good.”

“Oh no, it’s not like I’m a girl or anything. I wouldn’t know what it would take to get a girl to go have a one night stand.” I reply sarcastically.

“Okay, you have a point,” Ashley chuckles. I look behind Ashley, and see Brandon and that girl leaving. He smiles at me for one second, and gives me a thumbs up before he opens the door for her. Even though I just met him, I feel very proud to see him turn into a gentleman in a few short minutes. It gives me a little bit of faith in humanity.

Notes

Hey guys! I know I promised this chapter a few days ago, but shit happens. Now, I've been posting on this site for a little over a year now. I'd really like to get to know you guys, and i want you to get to know me a little. So, if you're comfortable, ask me a few questions. I will be happy to answer them. Here I'll start. 1) What is your favorite animal? 2) who is your favorite super hero? 3) Do you play any instruments? If you do, what ones?

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