Chapter Three
Evan took a cigarette from her purse and lit it, inhaling deeply, trying to calm down before Jovi took the stage. She was still in shock and disbelief over meeting Jon and Richie. Not to mention that wink. Or that ass. She played it over again in her mind, trying to figure out why this man would choose to give her any of his time. She thought about the way he looked at her. Looked through her. What was it about him? Beside the fact that he's a internationally know rock star?
Suddenly the lights went down. Everyone stood and began screaming as Tico, Richie, David, then Hugh took the stage. The familiar guitar and talk box rifs at the beginning of "Living On A Prayer" came across loud and strong. Evan and Carrie stood and began dancing and screaming along with the crowd. Soon Jon appeared, dressed in black leather from head to toe, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his smooth chest. He approached the white mic stand, took hold of it without hesitation, and right on cue gave his lines. Once upon a time, not so long ago... Evan melted right along with thousands of other women at the sound of his voice.
Evan's throat was sore from singing and screaming, and when she took a draw from her cigarette, the smoke burned it even more. She didn't care. She was having the time of her life, and it looked as if Carrie was, too. They had been planning this night for months, and when she had caught Tommy weeks earlier with another woman, it was the anticipation of the concert that had made it bearable. Now here they were. It was almost surreal, as if she were living a dream. The lights went out for a moment, the darkness ushering in Richie's intro to "Bed of Roses". A spotlight appeared and she could hear screams not too far from where they were sitting. Jon was standing about twenty feet from her, surrounded by three bodyguards holding their arms out in warning. People were reaching out to touch him, and he responded with smiles and handshakes, all the while trying to keep his balance as the crowd pulled him. He never missed a note as he made his way through the sea of fans that tried to engulf him.
Carrie screamed and shook Evan's arm. "Do you see this? I can't fucking believe this! He's coming this way!" Evan could only stand there watching him as he came closer. She could barely hear the words for the screams of awestruck fans who were lucky enough to be within arm's reach of him. By the time he was there Richie had begun his soulful guitar solo. Jon reached out and took her hand, pulling her into his arms and proceeded to sway back and forth in rhythm with the music. All she could do was melt into his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body and the sweat around his neck. This is not happening. She looked up into his eyes, soft and blue, and saw a smile slowly form on his lips. He took her face in his hands and brought her ear to his mouth, saying "I'll see you after the show." He sweetly kissed her lips and allowed himself to be pulled away from her by the eager crowd. As she turned to go back to her seat, a bodyguard placed a band around her wrist. Access All Areas.
"No fucking way!" Carrie screamed as she saw the wristband. "You've got the be the luckiest bitch on the face of the earth!" Evan stood speechless as Jon took the stage and the band finished the song.