Chapter 2
Bailey swung her Orange 1969 Camaro Z28 into the parking space out the back of the club she worked at, Devil's Angels. She threw her bag over her shoulder and casually swung open the door.
"Hey Bee, you okay?" Alistair called from over the bar. He smiled and waved.
"Yeah, I'm good kid. I'm just going to get changed." Bailey quickly moved into the "changing rooms" that the club supplied them with. The guys were already waiting for her.
"Where have you been? We had to have a sound check without you." Jake scolded her after Mark left to get a drink.
"Sorry, I had some family stuff to deal with." Bailey said not bothering to wait till he left the room to change; she unzipped her black jacket and kicked off her skinny jeans.
"Oh."
"Pass me that will you." Bailey said motioning her hand towards the dress on the coat hanger hanging on the back of the door. He did as he was told. He watched her pulling the dress on over her once curvy thin hips. She was skin and bone to what she used to be. The death of her mother had really struck her. "Quit watching me." She whispered.
"Sorry." Jake stared at the floor for a moment. "I'm going to see if the guys are ready." He left his ex girlfriend without another word. They were still close and he still worried about her. But being in a band with her made it easier for him to keep an eye on her.
Mark sat at the drums, twirling the drumsticks with his fingers. "How is she?" He asked as Jake picked up his guitar.
"Pale. Quiet. Thin." Jake counted on his fingers as Rich walked onto the stage holding his bass in one hand and a beer in the other. "She's not herself guys."
"Quit talking about me!" Bailey yelled from the changing room door as she walked out. They all turned around to get a look at her outfit. She wore a gothic lace corset with a tutu pink and black skirt, over a pair of black knee length leather boots and a pair of fishnets. She had pulled her long blonde hair into high school girl bunches and gone all out on the black eye liner. "What ya'll think?" She smiled twirling. They all nodded in agreement, she looked stunning, and she always did when she dressed up for their performances, but she had a natural beauty that made her gorgeous lying on the sofa with a tub of ice cream in a pair of sweats.
"Alright guys, I'm opening the doors," Alistair yelled from the doors, "Go get some drinks, then in about ten minutes I'll beep you."
As the club filled out with its usual crowd, Bailey began to feel better. She was at home here. She wasn't Bailey with all the problems of the world on her shoulders; she was Bailey, the lead singer in that band that plays down town every Friday. And that's how she liked it. An unfamiliar crowd walked in, about twenty people or so. Bailey wasn't sure why they were here, must be tourists lost. Then she show the blonde girl that led the gang.
"ASHLEY!" Bailey screamed, running across the club and tackling the blonde punk to the floor. The skidded on the polished floor and landed at someone's feet.
"Woman get the hell off me!" Ashley giggled. A pair of arms pulled both girls to their feet. "Bailey meet everyone. Everyone meet, lead singer of Stargazer, Bailey Giancana." A muffled "Hi." Came from the crowd. Most of them walking away towards the bar. Bailey turned to face the person that had picked her up. He smiled at her, his blue eyes twinkled, maybe it was just the light.
"Hi, I'm John Cena." He shook her hand.
"Hi." Bailey mouthed as Ashley dragged her away to the changing rooms.
"Okay, there's a reason I'm here tonight." Ashley said taking a serious tone.
"Not to see your best friend then?" Bailey laughed. "Sorry, I'll be serious."
"Vince McMahon needs a bodyguard for one of his most prized wrestlers." Ashley explained.
"So? Hasn't he got enough money to rent the whole British army?"
"He's probably got enough to buy the British Army. But that's beside the point. He wants someone who knows what they're doing. He wants you."
"Why me?" Bailey asked, as her jaw hit the floor.
"Because he knew your Grandfather." Ashley explained. "I'm in town for a week. Come with me tomorrow and meet him." Bailey's pager beeped. Show time.
"Fine."
Ashley joined the rest of the group as Bailey and the rest of Stargazer walked out onto the stage. They got the welcome they always received. John leaned into Ashley. "So what do they do?" She hadn't given away any clues to where she was taking the gang tonight.
"They're a cover band. You see those boxes either side of the stage, they're donation boxes, they don't get paid by the club, so their fans set up donation boxes." Ashley finished just in time for the opening of their first song.
"Hey guys, we're going to do things a little differently tonight. I wanna sing my favourite song first, its Seventy Times Seven by Brand New." Bailey purred into the microphone. She took a step back then let the guys do what they do best.
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
John watched her move around the stage. She danced around the guitarist who seemed comfortable with her
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize.
She paused then looked at the guitarist that she had been dancing with.
I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
John smiled watching her take a drag of a cigarette handed to her from a girl in the front row.
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
Bailey breathed off the last line and the crowd went wild. John watch her face light up at the crowd's reaction. She loved this, possibly as much as he loved wrestling.
Bailey flicked one of her bunches over her shoulder and cast her gaze over to Ashley, but behind Ashley sat something that took her breath away. He was gorgeous. But she couldn't let herself fall into that trap again.
Ashley watched the connection between the two, her mind going into overdrive. Only Ashley knew who needed to be taken care of. Not even the one that needed the bodyguard knew it. Yet.
A/N: I've had a totally different twist for this story, but keeping to the main plot of the other one. Review please, I love to hear what you think, good or bad, xx Abbey.
