Chapter 2:

(last night)

"Fucken AWESOME show, guys!" I yelled to the guys over the sounds of screaming adolescent girls as we walked backstage. I got a nod from Mike, a "YEAH!" from Ian, and a high five from Matt. It WAS a great show. Closing shows always were. The crowd was always pumped, more people knew the songs, and me and the rest of the band always ended with a 'bang.'

Even with that said, I was impressed with how it had gone. This WAS our first big headlining tour in America, after all. It was so surprising to me – and all of us – how many people came to each concert. We sold out in over half of the venues; real close with most of the others. It was great to see people from a different country sing along to our music. They knew every word. It made my heart soar just to think about how far we'd come.

I wiped some sweat from my brow. The Arizona heat was really taking a toll on me. Even though it was around midnight now, it had to be at least 75 degrees Fahrenheit. It was even hotter during the day – a substantial 105 degrees. This was a summer tour, so I'd grown accustomed to the warm weather. But even so, that was pretty hot.

"Time to celebrate!" Matt said in a sing-songy voice. I pumped my fist as the other two cheered. Our way of 'celebrating' was going to the nearest club, getting drunk, and partying our asses off all night long. Good thing was that this time, we didn't have a show tomorrow. We were heading back to Canada instead for a much needed three week break. I was stoked.

After locating the nearest bar from Ian's cell phone, we were off. The club was only a couple blocks away, so we walked. I could not begin to tell you how excited I was. Maybe it was the fact that this was our last show, or maybe the fact that I'd finally get to see my girl tomorrow night. Yeah, it was probably that. Amanda. I missed her so much. Did she miss me as much as I missed her? I hope so.

I rushed into the bar, practically skipping into the club as I made my way to the bar. I ignored the strange looks I was getting from people I passed by and ordered a round of shots for me and the guys. We'd always have contests to see who could drink the most – me usually being the winner.

"God Mike, you...you pussy!" I slurred, laughing drunkenly as he set the shot on the counter, unable to finish it. We were the last two left. Ian and Matt had quit long ago and were now dancing with a couple of girls on the dance floor. I was beyond drunk at the moment, but I wasn't about to let my victory go unnoted.

"I'm the master! Bow down to my su...my...my su-per-i-o-rity..." I said, having to annunciate each syllable carefully so I could say the word. I giggled to myself. Such a long word!

"Good job dude. You...you did...great!" Mike said back, holding out his hand for a high five. I stared at it for a few seconds, before realizing what he wanted. I attempted to high five him, but because of my vision being blurred from the large consumption of alcohol – I missed. Both Mike and I started laughing.

"Okay, well...I going to 'ze dance floor now," Mike said in some weird, unknown accent. He staggered out there and began grinding against some pretty blonde girl. At least I think she was blonde. And I think she was a girl...

After watching the guys dance for a while with some random bimbos, I decided I wanted some of that. I got of the bar stool, stumbling for a few steps until I managed to regain my composure. I walked out onto the dance floor and scanned the area for a girl to dance with. I felt a hand brush against my back lightly.

"Hey sexy..." I heard a voice – a feminine voice – whisper in my ear. I was barely able to hear her over the blaring of the pumping club music. The hotness of her breath made me shiver with anticipation. She began to trace circles on my back. "Wanna dance?" she whispered again. I nodded and she spun me around. I attempted to get a look at her. It was hard to with the state at which I was in.

She appeared to have long (brown?) hair that went down to about the small of her back. I only knew that because the ends of her hair kept tickling my hand as I tried to bring her closer to my body. She was about the same height as me, maybe a couple inches shorter if she was wearing heels. That was good. She appeared to be Caucasian. I think. That was about all I could make out.

The woman caressed my cheek as I grinded up against her. As we grinded up against each other she started nibbling on my neck, eventually hitting my sweet spot. I let out a moan as she continued to suck there; making her mark on the nape of my neck.

"Wanna head back to my place, sexy?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded eagerly as she grabbed my hand and led me out of the club.