Part 7
I grabbed my messenger bag and started heading out when dad stopped me.
"Where are you going?"
Excuse at the ready, I turned to him and said, "Francis wants me to get some supplies for next time. Then, I'm sleeping over at Madison's apartment."
"Oh. Do you need any money?"
"No. I'm okay."
"Alright. Well, be safe."
"I will."
I walked out side and walked about a block before I saw Madison's Hummer.
I pulled the back door open and hopped in. Madison was driving and Alena was in the front passenger seat.
Madison wore a navy blue strapless dress with stars all over it. Alena wore blue skinny jeans and a red and white top with ¾ length sleeves that had holes in the shoulders.
Madison turned to me. "Any trouble?"
"Naw. Dad thinks I'm getting cooking supplies."
Alena looked at me. "You got a dress?"
I open my messenger bag and showed her the dress that I had shoved in there before leaving the house.
We all smiled.
Alena pumped her fist and said, "Finally, a night on the town! Let's go, girls!"
…
We drove into the city and, all the while I got dressed in the car.
The dress had had white, of the shoulder, short sleeves and a white sash around the waist. The rest was knee length navy blue.
While I was dressing, a car full of assholes pulled up along side us, saw me, and started cat-calling.
We girls looked at each other and, at the exact same time, gave them the finger and sped away.
Finally, we came to the night club.
It hadn't opened yet but the bouncer at the door new who we were so he let us in.
As we entered, all the male and waiters and bartenders greeted us with cat calls and howls.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Down, boys. Heel!
A bartender, by the name of Hugo, called to us and asked, "Hey ladies, how 'bout sharing a martini with a real man." He started showing off his body.
I smirked at him and said, "You know one?"
All the man started moaning at the burn that I just gave all of them.
"Hey, Alena, any time you wanna ride my surf board, just say the word."
Alena put on the cutest smile and said, "I'd rather drown."
While that asshole was recovering from his burn, another asshole popped up behind Madison.
"Hey, Madison, I got a new gun… in my pants."
"And I got one in my car… and I'll use it to make a new flavor of jerky. Jerky off."
We were just about to strut back to the green room when Hugo called to me and asked, "Hey, Lea. Today is your guys' official 1 year anniversary. You guys have been working here for a year."
I smirked and said, "And we're still sane. New years resolution accomplished."
He shrugged it off and said, "Why don't you a sing a song to celebrate the day that we, the handsome bachelors of the bar, came into your lives?"
"Hugo, the song is called, "It's Raining Men", not "It's Raining Jags Offs"."
We left the boys to wallow in their pain.
We went back to the Greenroom.
We set our bags down and got comfortable before turning on the TV and deciding what songs we were all going to sing that night.
Pretty soon, Hugo came back and said, "Why do I get you guys drinks when you keep calling us jag offs?"
"Because as long as you tolerate us, you still have a chance."
He looked at me for a second and said, "Good enough for me. Madison?"
"What else? An Alaska."
"Alena?"
"Pina Colada."
"And, Lea" He popped his eyebrows at me. "What's you fancy?"
I smirked and said, "Michael Buble on a bed of roses." The girls laughed and start whistiling sexily. "Until then, a Shandy will have to do."
…
Finally, it was time for the show to start.
The curtain drew back and Hugo said, "You know 'em. You love 'em. Please give a warm welcome to your Ice Queens; Lea, Madison and Alena!"
Everyone cheered as the music started. We all started singing and dancing.
(Lea=Italics
Madison=Bold
Alena=Underlined
All three=All three
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the boys who don't have the
Right a approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class bout an hour late
And when it came to the guys I'd lay,
I'd always pick the ones who wont figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
We were all up on stage having a good time. Everyone was cheering for us (mainly because most of them were men who "wanted" us). I smiling. I was happy.
Then, I got a shock.
Sitting there, at the bar, watching intently, was Francis.
'Aw, shit.'
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Naughty, naughty, naughty
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Me
People think it's intimidating
when a girl is cool with her sexuality
I'm a 180 to the stereotype
girls like staying home and being innocent
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
I like all of my shorts to be a little too shortly
Unlike all of my guys I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
I pick my skirts to be sexy
Just like my thoughts a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls ...bitchy
Can't change I am
Sexy naughty bitchy me
I did my best to keep my care free smile on my face but it wasn't easy.
Madison and I broke off from Alena so that she could do her three song that she chose to sang that day.
The moment we stepped off the stage, Madison grabbed my shoulders and made me look at her. "What's up?"
I hissed at her. "Francis is in the audience."
"What?"
"I'm so screwed!"
"Why are you so worried? It's not like he thought you were a saint when you first him. Besides, since when have you ever cared what people think about you."
She was right. I had run away from home just before I had met him and I had told him the truth about that. And, I never cared whether people liked me or not.
'So… why do I care now?'
…
The night lingered on at a waining pace.
I had been nervous ever since I had seen Francis.
Alena had preformed her three songs. Madison had preformed her three songs. I was on in 10 minutes.
Hugo always escorted us from the stage to the green room, so, he showed up with Madison just as she finished.
I was still on the couch, worrying, with Alena giving my back a rub.
Madison joined us on the couch.
Hugo looked at him watch and said, "Look, I don't know what's wrong but if you could figure it out, that'd be great."
He was always such an asshole.
He started walking out of the room when Madison said, "Wait a minute! Isn't there something you want to give Lea?"
Hugo, slowly, looked her. "… I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb. The blond at the bar gave you a note and I know it's for her."
I jumped up from the couch and rushed to Hugo. "He sent me a note?"
Hugo started to look nervous. "Look, ladies, it's my job to keep you all safe. I don't know what the guy wants with you but he's way too old for you and-"
I grabbed him by his collar and bought his face close to my glaring one. "Give. Me. The. Note."
Hugo's shaking hand reached into his apron pocket and pulled out a folded up napkin and held it under my nose.
I ripped to note out of his hand and pushed him away, saying, "Now am-scray!"
Hugo stumbled out of the greenroom while Alena and Madison flanked me, looking down at the note.
I slowly unfolded it.
And there were words I was not expecting.
Sing what you want and I will listen.
…
I marched on stage, everyone cat-calling and cheering for me.
I stood in front of the mic and the room fell silent.
I saw Francis's figure, sitting at the bar. I couldn't see his face but knowing he was there was enough to calm me so that I could sing.
What have I done
I wish I could run
Away from this ship going under
Just trying to help
Hurt everyone else
Now I feel the weight of the world is
On my shoulders
What can you do when your good isn't good enough
And all that you touch tumbles down
'Cuz my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just want to fix it somehow
But how many times will it take
Oh how many times will it take for me
To get it right
To get it right
Can I start again
With my faith shaken
'Cuz I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay
And face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through this
What can you do when your good isn't good enough
I just want to fix it somehow
But how many times will it take
But how many times will it take for me
To get it right
So I throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah I sent out wish
Yeah I sent up a prayer
Then finally someone will see how much I care
What can you do when your good isn't good enough
And all that you touch tumbles down
Oh my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just want to fix it somehow
But how many times will it take
Oh how many times will it take
To get it right
To get it right
Everyone applauded, though they were confused; I usually sang more rock-alternative songs.
But Francis said sing what I wanted to sing.
I didn't have to be told twice.
