Roger came out of the back of the tour bus zipping up his fly with a cocky grin plastered on his face. "Another satisfied customer." He announced triumphantly to his band mates as they in return laughed and congratulated him. Yes Roger was that guy. The pretty boy front man you didn't mind showing your goods to in order to get one go with him. And Roger took much pride in his good looks and rough voice that made almost any girl melt when he talked. He was the shit, and the worst part was he knew it.
"You know one day you are going to do that to the wrong girl." Roger laughed at his band mate's naïve idea. "That Joe is where you're wrong, these girls don't love me, they love the idea of me and the idea of being with me. Once I slept with them they know it's over. I don't make any false promises of happily ever after." Roger said watching as the blonde did her walk of shame out of the bus. "Later sweetie." Roger said with a smile as she giggled and left the bus.
And that was pretty much how Roger Davis rolled. He wasn't going to settle down anytime soon, I mean why should he? He could get any girl he wanted at any time; to give that up would be stupid.
Roger plugged in his fender strumming a few chords checking the sound. He let go covering his ears when he heard all the feedback come back at him. "Jesus Christ. Sweetie did you even try and check the sound on this?" Roger asked as he looked over at petite red headed stage manager. She shook her head at him. "It was fine until you guys came in and touched everything." She walked over to him adjusting the knobs on his amp. Roger just stared at her shocked that she would actually talk t him like that, who was this chick? People just didn't talk to him like that. "Ok now try it." She demanded watching as he strummed a chord with no feedback.
She smiled smugly at him. "So next time you want to yell at me and my staff, I suggest you check your shit first." She said walking off stage radioing up to the lights. "Yeah can you change it to a blue light first and then go to white."
April Ericsson was the stage manager of the Pyramid Club; basically she made sure all of the acts that came in didn't screw up. She ran all of the shows there which meant she saw every 'up and coming' band there was. She learned quickly that almost guy in a band thought he was god. And her job was to show them that while they were on her stage she was god. She didn't need their approval I mean they needed the gig not her.
But she did have one slip up. She fell for the lead singer of the first band she worked with. He was gorgeous and had an amazing voice. And because she was gorgeous and could have anyone she wanted, she had him. The problem was he didn't really want to take it further than that. He wanted a one night stand, she wanted a relationship. She realized after that night that all of these guys were the same, looking for a girl a night and she was there to show them that she wasn't one of those girls they could walk all over.
"Wow Roger she showed you. I like her already." Joe teased as he tested out the drums looking at the rest of the guys as they snickered at him. Roger shook his head. He was not one to be laughed at. He was a Goddamn rock star, well at least in his own head. "She seriously had a stick up her ass. She needs to get laid." Roger said his hands running up and down the guitar. "And I'm just the man to giver her that." This statement sent the whole band in an uproar. "Roger she's not a groupie who's begging you to have sex with her. This is a real woman that doesn't care that you can sing or you're in a band." Roger nodded to the bassist. "Good point Jon but you forgot one important thing." Roger said with his signature cocky smile. "Oh and what's that?" Joe asked almost to humor him. "I'm Roger fucking Davis."
