Samantha began to run her fingers through Bryan’s hair. His eyes opened, lips turned up into one of his wicked smiles. He turns to her and dives his fingers into the sea of hair at the back of her head and thrust his lips upon on hers passionately. Half kissing, half laughing, and their love shown prominently in their still open eyes that slowly shut themselves at the same time. Samantha’s hand rested on Bryan’s cheek and she caressed his face with her slender thumb. A brilliant diamond shone on her ring finger.
“Where are those cherry lips...I’ve never felt or tasted anything like them...I’d never want to ever again...every time I get thirsty she comes to mind...”
A blanket of light cover the euphoric audience and for a moment they seem to disappear with their roars of applause for the music and its band. Brian felt calm. Peace filled his mind and his voice and body flowed like fluid. His gaze focused into the crowd praising him. His piercing rain blue eyes scanned the crowd for her.
“She is my water....I thirst”
Among the sea of people Samantha seemed to drown, but he could see her smiling up at him, swaying slender to his music. His smile widened and as he sang his long haired guitarist Nathan and he both sang into the microphone, he pointed into the crowd at her making most of the females squeal in uncontrollable delight. He gave a sly wink their way.
“Now I’m in a dessert, waiting for my nirvana...my oasis to come to me. I’m at deaths door lying on hard broken ground, under the mercy of the sun as the vultures circle around me...”
Brian is on stage singing sullenly with his eyes closed, his face expressionless. His mouth quivers a little after the last lines of his song. He ends his set wearing clothes that a homeless person might inhabit. His shirt is wrinkled and has probably been on him for a couple of days and nights. His shoes are worn away at the soles and his pants sport a number of small holes from self inflicted cigarette burns. Only a short time has gone by yet he looks ten years older now. It was obvious he had sleepless nights. His hair grew a little longer yet untamed. Brian got off stage and returned to the bar to visit his beer. They seemed to be best friends. In the distance a man with long hair greeted the band and talked to them for a few seconds.
“Bobby, this is already warm. Give me another one” Brian says weakly to the bartender.
Brian signals to the man behind the bar who gave him a sad look but still reached a bottle back over after opening it. Brian took a long swig of the beer with his eyes shut tight. It seemed to pain him that he’d come to this point, but the icy drink numbed him so he welcomed the chill creeping down his throat. He looked intent on intoxicating himself. Nathan, his long haired guitarist and friend of five years was beside him now. He took the seat next to Brian. Nathan rested his hand on his friends shoulder and Brian looked blankly at it and back at him.
Nathan began in a low and pleading tone “What’s going on with you up there man? Where’s the fire gone? You were so amazing last month... Don’t lose it because of-”
“Don’t tell me what not to lose man! I know what I lost!” Brian cut him off. He shoved Nathans hand off from the shoulder that it was perched on.
“You’re still not over what happened? Look, she left you. She’s not everything you know. This isn’t worth getting wasted...over someone who can’t even stay no matter what you did” Nathan began to raise his voice a volume higher.
Brian had buried his face in his hands. He was half trying to tear his hair out. “I don’t even remember anything when she left! That’s why the hell I’m not over it! Nothing was wrong; I fucking can’t get it out of my mind. I just need a fucking answer; some kind of closure!”
“No man, stop this shit! It’s over. You have to grow the fuck up! You’re not as young anymore! You’re twenty friggin seven! So she turned out to be one fucking amazing shot of whiskey you took but this is one hell of a hangover. Take a fucking cold shower because I don’t think she’s going back for second servings this time...”
Bryan’s eyes glowed like hot coals in his angry denial. He smashed the bottle he was holding. It fell to the floor and flew into a million pieces. Brian lunged for Nathan and shoved his knuckles into his friends face. Nathan staggered back. Brian was tipsy enough to beat up a wrestler. He used his strength clumsily. Nathan felt his jaw and spit out a gob of blood. He took Brian by the shoulders and thrust his knee into Bryan’s stomach. Brian fell to his knees disoriented.
“Fuck this, I’m out!” Nathan yelled as he grabbed his coat. He seemed not to care as he stepped over Brian writhing in pain on the floor. Several shocked onlookers returned to their seats and drinks. Nathan stormed out leaving Brian to pull himself on his knees almost crying. As soon as Nathan was out the door the rest of brains band mates came over, got him to his feet and told him they thought it was about time he had to leave. This was bad for business in the club he was playing in and that meant it was also bad for Brian.
“Where are those cherry lips...I’ve never felt or tasted anything like them...I’d never want to ever again...every time I get thirsty she comes to mind...”
A blanket of light cover the euphoric audience and for a moment they seem to disappear with their roars of applause for the music and its band. Brian felt calm. Peace filled his mind and his voice and body flowed like fluid. His gaze focused into the crowd praising him. His piercing rain blue eyes scanned the crowd for her.
“She is my water....I thirst”
Among the sea of people Samantha seemed to drown, but he could see her smiling up at him, swaying slender to his music. His smile widened and as he sang his long haired guitarist Nathan and he both sang into the microphone, he pointed into the crowd at her making most of the females squeal in uncontrollable delight. He gave a sly wink their way.
“Now I’m in a dessert, waiting for my nirvana...my oasis to come to me. I’m at deaths door lying on hard broken ground, under the mercy of the sun as the vultures circle around me...”
Brian is on stage singing sullenly with his eyes closed, his face expressionless. His mouth quivers a little after the last lines of his song. He ends his set wearing clothes that a homeless person might inhabit. His shirt is wrinkled and has probably been on him for a couple of days and nights. His shoes are worn away at the soles and his pants sport a number of small holes from self inflicted cigarette burns. Only a short time has gone by yet he looks ten years older now. It was obvious he had sleepless nights. His hair grew a little longer yet untamed. Brian got off stage and returned to the bar to visit his beer. They seemed to be best friends. In the distance a man with long hair greeted the band and talked to them for a few seconds.
“Bobby, this is already warm. Give me another one” Brian says weakly to the bartender.
Brian signals to the man behind the bar who gave him a sad look but still reached a bottle back over after opening it. Brian took a long swig of the beer with his eyes shut tight. It seemed to pain him that he’d come to this point, but the icy drink numbed him so he welcomed the chill creeping down his throat. He looked intent on intoxicating himself. Nathan, his long haired guitarist and friend of five years was beside him now. He took the seat next to Brian. Nathan rested his hand on his friends shoulder and Brian looked blankly at it and back at him.
Nathan began in a low and pleading tone “What’s going on with you up there man? Where’s the fire gone? You were so amazing last month... Don’t lose it because of-”
“Don’t tell me what not to lose man! I know what I lost!” Brian cut him off. He shoved Nathans hand off from the shoulder that it was perched on.
“You’re still not over what happened? Look, she left you. She’s not everything you know. This isn’t worth getting wasted...over someone who can’t even stay no matter what you did” Nathan began to raise his voice a volume higher.
Brian had buried his face in his hands. He was half trying to tear his hair out. “I don’t even remember anything when she left! That’s why the hell I’m not over it! Nothing was wrong; I fucking can’t get it out of my mind. I just need a fucking answer; some kind of closure!”
“No man, stop this shit! It’s over. You have to grow the fuck up! You’re not as young anymore! You’re twenty friggin seven! So she turned out to be one fucking amazing shot of whiskey you took but this is one hell of a hangover. Take a fucking cold shower because I don’t think she’s going back for second servings this time...”
Bryan’s eyes glowed like hot coals in his angry denial. He smashed the bottle he was holding. It fell to the floor and flew into a million pieces. Brian lunged for Nathan and shoved his knuckles into his friends face. Nathan staggered back. Brian was tipsy enough to beat up a wrestler. He used his strength clumsily. Nathan felt his jaw and spit out a gob of blood. He took Brian by the shoulders and thrust his knee into Bryan’s stomach. Brian fell to his knees disoriented.
“Fuck this, I’m out!” Nathan yelled as he grabbed his coat. He seemed not to care as he stepped over Brian writhing in pain on the floor. Several shocked onlookers returned to their seats and drinks. Nathan stormed out leaving Brian to pull himself on his knees almost crying. As soon as Nathan was out the door the rest of brains band mates came over, got him to his feet and told him they thought it was about time he had to leave. This was bad for business in the club he was playing in and that meant it was also bad for Brian.
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