Combat Boots © Live Life –x

Prologue

Gabriella walked toward the stage, as she walked past the microphone technician he tossed her sparkled dark purple mic toward her to catch, and she did. She jumped on to the stage smiling at all of those who had come to her little show. She lifted the mic to her lips, and laughed. She pulled the mic away before bringing it back.

"You ready to party?" She yelled into the mic, smiling. "You ready to party your fucking pants off?"

The crowd cheered, as the song began to play, they all jumped up and down.

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Troy picked his beer up as he watched this insanely wild brunette jump, and dance across the stage; singing into the mic. She smiled to the crowd, high-fiving who ever she could, she walked toward her electric guitar player and began to strum across it, all too soon she stopped and jumped up and down on the stage, pointing the mic into the crowd, they all began to sing along. He took a long swig, and moved his eyes back toward the erotic woman who was wearing tight leather pants, combat boots, and a tight blue tank top that stopped just above her pierced belly button. She was clearly fit as far as he could tell. She was sporting a tattoo of a quote from her neck across the collarbone. His eyes then wondered toward her lips, her lip was pierced with a little diamond stud. She was quite the character. When she began to dance around he caught sight of another tattoo on her lower back, it was a word. As he peered closer he then read out: "Montez" in black cursive outlined with a bright yellow.

When the song came to an end she got off the stage and skipped toward the bar. The bartender smiled at her as she laid a five down. He grabbed two beers from the cooler and handed them over.

"Here you go, Elle." He said to her in a southern accent.

She nodded to him and bounded out of the back door. For some reason, she intrigued him, he quickly followed behind. Opening the door, he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. There she was, drowning a beer and holding a cigarette in the other. He smirked at her, as she finished it off and threw the beer bottle toward the opposite wall of the alley way. The beer bottle glass shattered into a million pieces as she watched with no emotion.

Elle turned her head towards him, "Need something?" her voice was low, and menacing.

He was caught off guard at her accent, it was beautiful and it somehow fit her. But when she sang her accent went out the window.

"No, no. Hey, what's your name?" Troy asked, but then felt stupid. The bartender called her Elle, obviously that was her name.

The brunette played with a piece of her hair. It was then he noticed she had a few colorful pieces in her hair. A bright green and a purple. She looked down at her boots.

"Gabriella. Pleased to meet you, love." Again, her accent surprised him. Before he could say anything else she went back into the bar, and headed straight for the stage. Following behind her, he watched her ass as it swayed. Her walk was sexy and confident. Who the hell was this woman? He wondered.

His feet carried him to the bar and he began to question the bar tender.

"Who is that?" He asked looking back toward the stage where the brunette stood off to the side with a technician whispering into his ear, she looked pissed.

"Oh, Ell? This is her home town; this is where she first performed in front of a crowd. You don't know about her? Ella Rocks L.A.? Ella guest stars on American Idol? Ella stomps out contestants?"

Troy looked at him for a minute, "What the hell are you naming off? I'm serious; I don't know her, that's obviously why I was asking." He huffed.

The bartender began to laugh, "Cool it there, sparky. "

When he began to calm a bit her thought back to American Idol, his little sister hadn't let him get away with not watching the show, and then he remembered. Season Eight, she had flaming red hair then, she had worn unique dresses every day of the show. He smiled a bit; she was the one who was pickier then Simon. Judging from the harshness she had shoved toward him, nothing had changed.

Eyeing the crowd, and then looking up at her, he watched as she danced to the music. Walking toward the edge of the stage, Gabriella then finished the last of the lyrics on a high note, literally. She began to stomp both of her feet, when another song came on. She began to clap, the crowd followed in suit. One of the stage men brought out a stool, and bottled water. He watched as she yanked the water away and drained the bottle. She sat on the stool, and smiled shyly. She lowered her head as she started off the soft song.

It's not surprising it could end like this,

Your eyes are open even when you kiss

You're so distant, so cold so resistant.

You see the world in only gray and black,

Now how can anyone live like that without screaming?

Without dyin' for dreaming,

And you stare out the window at the passing cars,

And you look at the sky,

Thank your unlucky stars

no your never quite happy right where you are,

So you keep on inventing shadows

Where there are none, no there are none.

Her voice was quieter, and you could hear her accent a little bit, she seemed serious the whole song, but had smiled every once and awhile. Finally looking away, Troy handed the bartender a tip, grabbed his coat, and left.

I KNOW. I've been gone for a while, I have a job. Ewe. Hahaha, What do you think?

Review, and chapter one will be up, BTW, I will be posting the next chapter for BOTH of my other stories SOOOOON.