I was on the phone with my friend. It's Valentine's Day again, and I had no plans at all. I had my head against the wall. "What do I even do?"

"Well, that local bar you hate is doing an open mic then a karaoke today."

I rolled my eyes. "The last thing I want to do is be at a bar with a bunch of lonely ass people like me." My last boyfriend broke up with me… Maybe three months ago. I was completely over it by now. It took me 100 songs to write to get over it. In all honestly, all I know is I can't date band guys ever again… Or at least for a while.

"Come on, I'll come with you." I sighed. "Melody, it's no ticket sales, nothing. You need to get out there. Get your guitar, and I'll call a car. This is just in case one of us gets drunk." I chuckle. "Come on."

"I'll go, I'll go. Most likely, I won't get drunk, but I'll go." I heard her chanting yes in the background. I rolled my eyes and hung up. I look for my black dress I usually wear for shows. I put on my black high heels and did my make up light. I curled my dirty blonde hair, and then tied back in a messy bun with loose curls. I packed a few things in my purse and threw it over my shoulder. I grab my guitar case and ended up waiting outside.

The car came. I got in the back with Erica, my friend. She smiles. "What, are you looking to be taken home tonight?"

"I can't be though," she laughs, "or my guitar comes with me while I'm at some guy's house." She laughs louder.

"You could seduce them with your voice." I laughed along with her. Erica is practically my manger. She came to one of my shows and fell in love with me. She wanted to help me in every way as possible. She became my graphic designer and photographer. That's why even tonight she still has her camera.

We got to the bar. We tip the guy and went inside. I signed my name up for the open mic. I read the rules. We were allowed three songs, and one could be a cover. I smiled, thinking of songs I could do. I wrote down a setlist in my head. I went by Erica who already got a drink.

I smirked. "Someone's looking to get laid tonight." We both laughed. She keeps drinking. "You're bad. I hope you have the taxi's number."

"I'm hoping for a guy's house, Melody." Thank God I got their number. I sat down, waiting for my name to be called. Once it was called, I hop up to get up there. I push my side bangs back.

I got my guitar hooked up. They did a little sound check. They gave me the thumbs up. "Um, hey everyone! My name is Melody Rose. I do a little performing here in there. I'm just going to sing some break up songs as my little anti Valentine's Day because… Fuck it." Some people chuckled who were paying attention.

I began to play. Some people turned away. My voice isn't perfect. I have a rough style, and it was not meant for pop/rock. All I ever wanted to do was start a band. I stuck in to this stuff for now. I saw Erica take a break from taking photos to talk to some people. I was into my third song, and I could see those people looking at me.

I finished up, giving a shout out to all my social media. I back up my guitar and ran to Erica. Some people touch my shoulder, saying I did well. I would nod and thank them. I finally got to her. She gave me a hug and orders me a drink. I smiled. "So many people got your business card tonight! See what I told you!"

I shrug, taking a sip of the drink. I felt someone touch my shoulder. I look over. It was someone I never knew. He looked familiar. "You normally perform here?"

I shook my head. "I don't really come over here at all."

"That's why I normally don't see your face." He smirks. "You look really good on stage."

"Thanks," I said. "I'm Melody, Melody Rose." I gave him my hand to shake.

"Dean Ambrose, or my ring name, if you didn't know it already." He shakes my hand.

"Ring name?" I look at Erica. She widens her eyes. I can tell she knows him.

"You don't watch WWE, I guess." I shook my head. "Jon Good then." I smiled. "Um, your name sounds stage."

"No, it actually is my real name." I glanced down at his shirt, "And if you think you're going to win a girl with that shirt, I think you need to change."

He widens his eyes a bit. "Alright, how about I order you a drink?"

"I guess," he steps away. Erica grabs me.

"That's fucking Dean Ambrose."

I shrug. "So?"

"WWE Wrestler, Melody!"I rolled my eyes. "Give him a chance. He's the United States Champion."

I sighed. "I'm giving him a chance 'cause he's buying me a drink. The shirt so turns me off."

"It should turn you on that he has a ton of money."

"I don't care about that." She saw him walk back. She pushes me towards him. I turn and look up. "Hey again."

He smiles. He hands me the drink, and we sit down. "So, have you always done performing?"

"I work at Hot Topic to pay the bills, alright?" He laughs, "Like, I'm not famous yet."

"I've been in the same place, but I'm kind of achieving what I dreamt of."

I took a sip of my drink. "Good for you."

He smiles. "You're really cute."

"Listen, you didn't win over with wearing that shirt still." He laughs. I smiled. I guess I'm being taken home tonight. I and Jon keep bullshitting.

Someone tapped my arm. "I want to talk music business." I told Jon I would be back. "My name is Corey. I'm working on forming a female fronted band. I saw you a while ago and was looking for you." Is tonight just getting any better? So I kept talking to this guy. I got his number to contact him tomorrow. I nodded.

When I went to see Jon, he was gone. Some blonde girl came up to me. "I'm Jon's friend, Renee." I shook her hand. "Um, he went somewhere. I have no idea where."

"It's fine," I whisper. "Do you work for WWE, too?"

"Yeah, Jon's my co worker."

I chuckle. "I'm clueless. I don't watch it."

"Did he try to pick you up with his ring name?" I nodded. "Yeah, he does it all the time."

"So I'm not the first. I feel special."I rolled my eyes as she laughs.

Renee pointed me to the stage. I turn to see him on stage, singing White Wedding. I couldn't find Erica either. I turn to Renee. She shrugs, laughing. "He's so drunk."

"I can't handle him." I said. I took my guitar case. I tried to call Erica. She wasn't picking up her phone. I waited at the table to see if she would come. I gave up. I turn to the door when someone tried to tug my arm. I turn to see it was Jon. "Listen, if you want to fuck me, tonight's not the night."

His eyes open widen. I put my finger on his lip. "I'm giving you my number. You call me tomorrow and you properly introduced yourself. I'm giving you a chance here." I got his phone and put my number in. I left him.

I called a taxi to pick me up. I went back to my flat. I took off my heels, put my guitar away, and took the dress off. I switched into a band tee and sweats. Tonight was a long night.

A/N: I have this idea for a while, but when the photo of Dean drunk at some bar singing karaoke came up, I had to do this. It just went so perfectly with the storyline I had. So I'm not going to be so focus on this story, and that's why I made this chapter long. I still am writing Warrior. I just needed a break from Violet Orton's mental breakdown. So here we are! If you haven't seen the photo, just go on tumblr. I know, scary place, but it's everywhere at this point. Just be scared of the fangirl.

So yeah, don't expect new chapters right away; this is more if I get writer's block or bored with Warrior. Go read Secert Love, and then Warrior and expect new chapter right away! Reviews would be lovely