One Of The Guys

In the days leading up to the call back I practised playing ‘til my fingers bled. No, literally. My fingers bled and I had to stop playing for a whole day to let them recover. Missing out on a day of practice really freaked me out, but I had to keep it together. Missing out on a day also meant that I had time to think, and thinking was a bad thing. If I was practicing, I could forget about… the incident. I could forget about the way his skin felt on mine… The warmth of his breath on my neck… The sound of his deep groans in my ear.
[name] stop! Pull it together girl. There are more important things at stake here.
Luckily for the call back, this time round, instead of randomly finding out about it on Twitter and running out the door looking like hungover zombie, I had time to prepare. I tried to keep my clothes simple and true to the band. Simple black jeans with ripped knees, a 90s black tank top that showed just over an inch of my pale stomach, and killer heels. I may be auditioning for an all-male band, but I’m not a total tom-boy!

Walking into the audition room I had butterflies once again. But this time it was different. The last time I had butterflies simply because I was going to meet my heroes and play for them. These butterflies were more like shards of glass tumbling around my stomach. The ‘I has sex with the lead singer and what do I say and oh my god did he tell the other band members what if they know will they look differently at me and oh my god what if that’s the reason I don’t get into the band I shouldn’t have done that but oh my god it was so damn good’ kind of butterflies. Yeah, those.
Taking a deep breath I opened the door once again. They were all sitting in the exact same positions as the last time. Except this time, instead of bored, uninterested assholes, all eyes were on me. Well, almost. Ashley, CC and Jake all greeted me with eye contact and smiles. Andy, however was busy flirting with the petit redhead that sat on his lap.
Are you fucking kidding me?
As I crossed the floor to take my position in the middle of the room. He whispered something into her ear. She threw her bobble head back and let out the fakest giggle I have ever heard. As they mumbled together she did that stupid twirling her hair around her finger thing that girls think is cute. No bitch. You look like a fucking airhead. He never looked at me once. I don’t think he even knew anyone had entered the room.
“Hey [name] welcome back! We’re so glad you could make it” Ashley said in his voice that was slightly higher than the other members. He had straight, dark red hair, and a cute little Marilyn Monroe type beauty spot on his cheek. The redhead giggled again, louder this time. Ashley glanced at her and back to me again, rolling his eyes, as if to say ‘Sorry about that’.
Jake was the next to speak; “So [name], if you could just do the exact same thing as the last audition that should give us enough to work with” he smiled at me, it was warm and comforting.
“Broken water jugs and all?” I said jokingly. Ashley, Jake and CC chuckled.
“Not today thanks, we’d like to actually drink our water!” Ashley laughed. I was grateful for the laughs and smiles from the three guys. It distracted me from the stomach turning flirting going on, on top of Andy’s lap. #
As I played, I kept my eyes closed, getting deep into the song. My fingers, still not fully healed hurt like hell, but I pushed through the pain. When I finished the song I opened my eyes and smiled nervously at the band. The mood in the room had suddenly changed. The smiles were gone and everyone was looking at my fingers on the fret board, even Andy. I looked down at my left hand and realised my fingers had busted open again. Blood was trickling out of them into the strings of my guitar.
“Awh shit, I am so sorry” not knowing what to do, my first reaction was to stick my finger into my mouth to clean the blood off. Word of advice: Don’t suck your finger in front of four guys. Guaranteed they will all look at you as if you’d just stripped off naked. Realising what I was doing I laughed nervously and wiped my hand on my jeans.
“Thank you. [name]. For that wonderful performance.” Jonas said. “We’ll be in touch by this evening”.
“Thanks. Everyone” I said, heading for the door.
“Byyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” it was the voice of that ditzy redhead. I heard Andy shush her and that endearing giggle one last time before I slammed the door.

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