AND..I WANT HELP…NAME RANDY'S BAND FOR ME. BEST SUGGESTION WINS IT. xxxxx
// Flashback - 15 months ago //
Amy, John, Vicky and Hunter sat backstage in the huge arena, a personal bar on the table in front of them. Randy had been on stage for almost two hours. Singing his heart out. Personally, John HATED Randy's music and had been chatting up the backing dancers for the best part. At first Jeff had been interested, but considering her knew EVERY song he was bored and had now taken to counting the tiles on the roof. Vicky had been enjoying the gig so far but was now sick of hearing girls as young as twelve screaming obscene things at Randy. Amy however, had closed her eyes and tried her best not to get mad at the fact every one of those backing dancers, male or female, had the hotts for Randy.
She had never really thought about it. But the rest of the band were quite hott too. They all looked good. But Randy just seemed to stick out to everyone. Maybe cause he was lead singer or cause he got most publicity. Either way, it annoyed the hell out of her that he had women and men throwing themselves at them. Yet she was with Christian. A guy she knew didn't even love her.
It didn't matter about Christian anyway, cause Yes she did love him. But not HALF as much as she loved someone else. Thinking about him always made her feel unhappy, so she picked up the glass of vodka she had been drinking and drank the rest of it quickly.
"Ames?" Vicky said, looking concerned. "You Ok? You drank that pretty fast. It'll hit you real fast and yah don't wanna be drunk when we go out with the band." Vicky laughed. She'd been looking forward to going out with the band for AGES.
"Why not ? I mean, it'll be the same as every other time I go out with them. Shane's the only one that even acknowledges you because three of them get too rat faced to know what day of the week it is. And Randy goes home with the first blonde he sees and so yah cant even talk to him. Not that he'd talk to me anyways…" Amy said pouring more vodka into her glass.
Vicky sighed. Amy had strangely convinced herself that Randy hated her. And No one knew why. Except Amy.
She picked up her glass and drank the vodka straight, not caring about the taste, or the burning sensation in her throat.
x Three Hours Later x
"Why arent you away with…what's her name ?" a drunken Amy slurred.
"With who ?" Randy said rolling his eyes, and trying to keep the red head up straight.
"Keep your hands OFF me," Amy said pulling away from him and causing many people leaving the toilets where they were standing to stare. "And you know who I mean…… That whore you were with earlier. Sable. That's it."
"Sable ? Who's she ? Oh…her." Randy laughed. "She's our new PA. And She's Married."
Amy glared, "Never stopped you before."
"Whoa what the fuck is up with you Ames ? I know you're drunk but COME ON your acting like we're a married couple. Me And you…We're juss friends. What does it matter to you if I sleep with married women…" He said in a slightly confused tone.
"Its juss…" and With that Amy stormed off towards the exit and straight through the front door. When she felt the cold night air hit her, she felt worse than she had done moments before. She took a few steps away from the club and leaned against the wall.
"Amy." She heard Randy say, but her vision was blurry and she couldn't work out who it was. "Amy I'm sorry. I don't know what I did but I'm sorry."
Amy sniffed when Randy put his hands on her shoulders. "Randy…I love you."
Randy laughed at her, clearly drunken state. "I love you too Ames." He said. "but lets get you home first."
She wasn't sure how she got home. But when she woke up the next day, there was a note on her bed beside her.
Ames. Had To Go. Real Sorry. Leavin For Connecticut In The Morning. Have a Good Night's Sleep. Sober Up. Call Me When You Do. R x
Amy sighed. She had awful flashbacks of the night before. Remembering telling Randy that she loved him. Maybe if she had told him when she was sober he would have believed her rather than laughing it off.
//End Flashback//