The Block Estate

Backyard

Sunday, October 4

12:00 AM

The party was coming to an end. Massie, Claire, Alicia, Kristen, Dylan, Derrick, Josh, Cam, Dempsy, and even Griffin were dancing to Poison songs. The very last tribute band to play was a Poison tribute band-and every woman there was thrilled and screaming, every teen was dancing, and their lead singer (a Bret Michaels wannabe) was strutting his stuff for any screaming and/or dancing woman he could find.

Even Massie thought he was charming-and she was so over blond guys. At one point, they started playing a love song; the lead singer took Melody's hand and started singing to her. This only lasted about 30 seconds before her boyfriend "interrupted"; of course Melody loved every minute of it-everything from the singing to he boyfriend's jealousy.

Eventually, the guys got sick of dancing and Massie was perfectly fine with that. Now, it was time for the girls to really shine.

"WE HAVE TO GET CLOSER TO THE STAGE!" Massie yelled to her friends.

"WHAT!" The other girls screamed in unison; it was almost impossible to hear with the band playing so loud.

"FOLLOW ME!" Massie yelled back. She wasn't sure if the others could hear her or not, but when she started walking closer to the stage, they all followed.

As soon as the girls pushed their way to the front of the entire crowd, the band started playing the song "Talk Dirty to Me". Massie knew it was the last song to be played.

Massie and the rest of the girls were moving their hips, swaying back and forth, and looked like they belonged in a music video. The singer hopped down from the stage and started singing to the girls: "You know I never, I never seen you look so good, you never act the way you should, but I like it!"

He said, "Cummon!" and led the girls up onstage with him as he continued singing.

"I gotta have you…oh, yes I do!"

All five girls were dancing onstage; Claire and Dylan were dancing and playing air-guitar with the guitarist, Kristen danced with the dark-haired bassist, Alicia danced her way all around the stage, making sure to dance for each of the four guys, while Massie stayed center stage, dancing for everyone, as the lead singer sang to her, "And baby…talk dirty to me."

Massie knew her father and mother wouldn't be thrilled about it, and she already saw Claire's mom and dad protesting, but she was having so much fun she hardly even noticed.

When the guitar solo came, the guitarist was jumping and twisting and playing while Claire tried to follow his every move.

The singer was dancing from guitarist to bassist and danced between Massie and Alicia. Dylan and Kristen danced around the drummer and when it was time for the guitarist, singer, and bassist to line up and dance together, Claire, Massie, and Alicia were sandwiched between the three of them, trying to imitate their perfectly choreographed moves.

They broke apart and the lyrics started up again. The singer looked at Massie and sang, "Behind the bushes…till I'm screaming for MORE MORE MORE!" Massie cracked up.

Finally, the last line came up and he got on his knees, looking up at Massie as he whispered into the microphone, "Talk dirty to me."

The music started to fade and the girls somehow all managed to dance their way together and the singer (now on his feet) and screamed "THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT BABY! Oh yeah!"

All five girls woo-hooed and jumped up and down. The singer put his arms around Massie and Dylan's shoulders and smiled. The band and the girls took their final bow. There were plenty of jealous mom and their peers were all admiring the girls (probably for dancing around onstage with a group of grown musicians, even though the girls themselves were only 13); the boys didn't know whether to be angry and jealous or to clap for their girlfriends-after all, they were pretty enough to get called up onstage for the whole song.

The girls took pictures with the band: all together, by themselves, with specific members, etc. etc. etc. (the band wanted to take more pictures than the girls did). Only when an angry and jealous (and impatient…) forty-something-year-old woman complained about wanting a picture did the band finally stop posing for the girls.

"Hey, you were great," their lead singer said to Massie before she left. "You looked like you belonged up there with everyone admiring you."

Was that a pick up line? Does he know how old I am? Is he being sincerely honest? The questions buzzed in Massie's head.

"Thanks," Massie thanked him, blushing a bit (although her cheeks were already red from all the dancing so no one noticed). "You weren't so bad yourself."

The lead singer laughed with Massie. "Hey, if you ever come to one of our shows, I'll have you and your friends join us onstage again."

"Well, maybe you'll have to do another one of my parties…" Massie said. "I'll keep you guys in mind."

"Oh, for the love of God, would you just hurry up already!" the older woman yelled. Massie didn't know why this woman was so set on taking a picture with this guy. He was probably ten years younger than her, not to mention the fact that she wasn't the easiest person to look at.

"Well, I will leave you guys to your fans," Massie purred.

"Maybe we'll meet again," he said.

"Later," Massie dismissed him.

Although she would love getting onstage with them again, she was sure her parents would never let that guy near her. Too bad; after all, she was just having fun.

All-in-all, it was the perfect end to a perfect night. Massie joined her friends and they laughed about how the band was wearing more make up than they were.

"The singer was practically drooling over you, Massie," Claire said.

"Yeah, he was more gaga than Lady Gaga," Dylan joked.

"I'm pretty sure he enjoyed dancing between me and Alicia," Massie added.

"Hey, what were you two talking about?" Alicia asked very curiously and a tad jealous.

"Oh, nothing," Massie said vaguely, wanting her friends to beg for details. After a round of Aw cummon's and It was definitely something's and the ever-so-common Please tell us! Massie gave in.

Massie told them everything as they made their way to the boys. They all squealed and giggled. Along the way, they stopped to talk to a few admirers (a couple of them were grown women), and one little girl asked Massie for her autograph. They got their compliments from the boys and exchanged their goodbyes.

Massie and Griffin were all alone.

"Massie, you looked great up there, really," Griffin told her again.

"Thanks," Massie said nervously.

"No, I really mean it; you were fantastic," Griffin said.

Massie blushed. All of a sudden, Griffin kissed her; it was a total surprise, but it felt right. It was a pretty quick one, but a perfect one nonetheless.

They looked at each other for a few seconds; finally, Griffin said, "I've gotta go...I'll text you later." And he was off.

Massie found Bean, picked her up, and whispered into her puppy-dog ear, "This night was perfect." And she meant it.

Yes, that is it. I am both happy and sad that this story is over. I am not sure if I am ever going to post anymore stories. Maybe someday. I am writing another, follow-up to this story (as I mentioned before), but it's more for my amusment so it may/may not be posted online.

Anyway, thank you so much to all those who stuck to the story to the end and gave me the positive feedback that encouraged me to post more.

xoxo