It had been a long night, and I was beat. We had just finished a set at the Whisky Club, and I sang so hard, my vocal chords were almost torn. I just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed at this point. But, sleep was the last thing I would be doing this night. As I turned to watch the crowd file out, she caught my eye. She was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. Long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, stunning green eyes, and a body most women would kill for. I couldn't take my eyes off her, as I watched her talking to her friends. "Jake" I called out, motioning for one of our roadies to come over to me. Jake approached me, and I pointed her out and told him that I wanted to see her. Jake winked at me, and headed off the stage towards her, as I headed backstage for a shower.
“Miss?” Jake asked. She turned around nervously.
“Hi.” she said, flashing him a small smile.
“Hey, did you and your friends want to come back to meet the band? They’re having a meet and greet thing back there with some contest winners and one of the band mates saw you guys and asked that I come get you.”
“Oh my GOD!’ she exclaimed. ‘You CAN’T be serious!’
Jake nodded and she rushed over to grab her three friends.
Twenty minutes later, they were backstage with the other fans. Amidst all the hoopla, I spotted her in the crowd, and smiled in her direction. She smiled back, and I motioned for her to come join me. “Hey darlin’” I said “glad to see my guys caught you before you left.” She smiled as she realized that it was me who had been the one to send the roadie over to bring her backstage. We stood talking for several minutes as fans came up one by one. She smelled so good and we were getting along so wonderfully that I bravely found myself inching closer and closer to her. I couldn’t believe that I was standing backstage flirting with this gorgeous woman.
“You know,” she said playfully “I always wanted to learn to play the guitar.”
“Oh really? Well babe, why don’t you stick around when all the fans leave” I said with mischief in my eyes. “We could go up to the hotel and I’ll -- teach you.”
“I‘d love to” she said, smiling brightly.
I smiled affectionately and leaned close to whisper something in her ear. She trembled as I pushed away her hair and my hot breath touched her neck.
“Meet me at the Hyatt hotel down the street in a half hour - Floor 37, Suite 4. I’ll tell the front desk clerk to have someone escort you up. Tell them you’re there to see Thor.”
She backed away and started to laugh hysterically. I joined her laughter and swore that that was my “code name” for the night. I gave her a quick squeeze and walked over to the rest of the band, preparing to leave.
Forty-five minutes later, she was stepping off the elevator and onto the 37th floor. The desk clerk had laughed when she said she was there to see Thor, but she knew exactly who she was and where she was to be taken. She scanned the hallway and found Suite 4 to her left. Nervously, she tapped on the door.
“Yes?” I questioned from within.
“It - It’s me” she stuttered.
“Me who?”