Chapter 2
"Oh, I'm so sorry man. I think your leg caught my foot. You really need to be more careful where you are looking. Are you ok?" Michael said apologetically.
"Yeah man. Totally my fault, I'll be fine." His eyes were dark grey and gorgeous. Sweeping his long hair from his eyes he collected himself from the ground
"Is there anything I can do to make it up?" I blurted out in an embarrassing manner. With a look of surprise he took a moment to recover. Shrugging it off he saw the pin on my shirt and immediately got excited.
"Do you listen to Papercut?"
Petrified that he spoke to me I replied shakily, "Yeah." I seemed to get more relaxed and fell into a story. "Actually Michael here took me to go see one of their concerts a few weeks back and got me this pin." Almost immediately realizing my manners I introduced Michael. He asked for my name, to which he replied Aiden. As it turns out there was a Papercut concert down the street and his friend could get us in. I twisted to face Michael and queried on his position on the matter. Something wasn't quite right about his face but he replied normally that he had something to do that night. I told him to come with but he resisted, something about an early morning. I left him to finish his coffee at the table.
Aiden told me all about working as a manager for this club called Spike. It was a music club that featured a range of acts throughout the week. He spoke of all the insecurities that he had about dating. It was almost as though he could pry into my soul like a thief in the night. He was romantic as he took my hand just as we got to the club. Staring deep into my eyes he said, "I got a surprise."
We entered the club through the side door into a small red and black room with instruments, clothes and vodka scattered. He called through a door on the other side of the room for a man named Jimmy. Whispering ever so slightly to him the man took off running. As soon as Aiden could sit next to me on the lipstick red couch reeking of sex, Jimmy was back with four guys in boxers.
"Monroe, meet Brent, Matt, Astrid and Marv."
With and almost disapproving look I shook their hands politely and introduced myself and mother had taught me. In the awkward silence Aiden noted that these guys were in a band. As if I were struck with lightning I sprang up and yelled, "You're Papercut! Oh my fucking God! I didn't recognize you without the make-up. Do you remember me? I was with a big guy and you signed his chest?"