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In Another Life
By BornInHeels


It was a brisk night in New York City and I was still pinching myself to see if everything that had happened in the past 17 hours actually happened as I walked up to Angels and Kings in my five inch stilettos. I pinched myself and then looked at my surroundings. Yes, this was real life, and no I wasn't dreaming. I had actually flown to New York to see a concert and met up with people who I had corresponded online with for many years.

I know, I am insane, but I've already accepted the fact that I am clinically insane, so I don't need your feedback. I grinned as we reached the bouncer, “Hi, I'm on the list,” I said, “I won that radio promotion, so I have the table, and bottle, for me and my friends.” I showed him my ID and he opened the rope to let us in.

“Right this way.” He said and led us behind the VIP ropes and set us down at a table that was marked reserved. A scantly clad cocktail waitress approached us smiling.

“Good evening ladies my name is Sara and I will be your server this evening. What kind of chasers would you like with your bottle?”

I looked around at my shrugging friends and spoke for everyone, “How about tonic, orange juice, cranberry juice, red bull, and pineapple juice,” I said, “does that sound good?” I asked directing the question to my friends.

“Instead of pineapple could we get…” My red haired friend began but I didn't catch the last part of her sentence due to the loud booming of the music heard overhead.

As our waitress walked away the boys walked in, sitting within their bands, at tables next to us. Both bands made equally loud entrances, Sisky was getting a piggy back ride from Butcher, creating the perfect kind of Neon Body Style debauchery. Marshall was loudly declaring his bromance for Singer, while Joey Thunder and Johnson bounced around acting like giddy girls who had just seen Justin Bieber. I really thought Johnson was supposed to be the sane one, but I guess not. The Mike's were laughing and generally amused at the scene in front of them, and Bill, the tall scrawny one who was the last one to enter didn't seem amused by all the insanity around him. He seemed more interested in his phone.

I assumed Bill was upset because he would rather be with his fiancee and daughter than causing chaos at a bar. Then again, he could have been upset that his boyfriend, Gabe Saporta, was no where to be found.

Yes, of course I know that Gabe isn't really Bill's boyfriend.

The waitress returned and I pored myself a vodka tonic with a dash of cranberry juice, and placed a lime wedge into the glass. I noticed a few of the guys pointing at us through the corner of my eye as I took my first sip, but I chose to ignore it and joined in on the girly talk, well it was more like, girly yelling over the loud music.


Two drinks in, and the four of us ladies were laughing about some form of ridiculousness that we constantly chatted about, when my darling Kacie got a tap on her shoulder from her favorite drummer we all glanced at each other with confusion as he something in her ear. I assumed the boys thought we were being too loud, and annoying, as girls can tend to do. He slid back into his booth and she looked at us, beaming, “he said the guys want us to join them.”

“Why?!” I asked. She just shrugged.

“Should we?” Holly asked, “Or would that seem too desperate?”

“Well, they did approach us,” Sophia began, “so I don't think we are going to look like dumb girls who want to sleep with rockstars.”

I looked down at the engagement ring on my finger and then back up at the girls, “well I think someone should sleep with Mike Carden for me, so I can live vicariously through them, and kind of know what it is like. Because, you know, I can't.”

Kacie rolled her eyes, “you say that like it is a bad thing.”

“Who knows, it could be. This could be my one shot.”

“This isn't 8-Mile, Bree.” Holly teased. “You don't need to spout lines about one shot, one opportunity, and whatever else Eminem says.”


So we joined them, and everyone grouped up, not really coupled up, because there were four of us and a lot more of them, if you include merch men, roadies and whoever else. I sat off to the side as I watched Kacie, Butcher (who stood very close to Kacie, too close for my comfort, actually), Siska, and Chris Freeman laughing their heads off at something that I am sure Kacie said. She was just that kind of girl. Holly, Singer and Johnson were chatting and smiling away, I am sure Singer had at least once, but I am sure it was more than once, commented on Holly's lovely big warm perfect smile. Sophie and Joey Thunder were holding one hell of a conversation, and I knew deep down he was complimenting her beautiful hair and they were generally talking about the awesomeness that it is to be of ginger decent. Whoever else I didn't mention, well I don't know where they had scattered off to, except one guy.

He was sitting off to the side by himself, brooding, similar to what I had been doing since we were invited to join the boys and I became utterly invisible to those surrounding me. I blamed the lack of male communication because of the diamond I was sporting on my left ring finger. Guys usually didn't leave me alone, but as soon as I put the ring on my finger, it was like a scare tactic. No one ever approached me. I mean, it was nice to know that men still had some class left in them, but I was still a bit of an attention seeker, and the only person I had gotten attention from, for a very long time, was my fiancee. So when I caught the eye of aforementioned guy I smiled warmly, and openly.

He made his way to my side of the booth, “Bill.” was all he said.

“Sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else, my name isn't Bill.” I said smugly.

He rolled his eyes, “cute.”

“I'm Bree.” I replied, extending my hand to shake his.

“And I am Bill.”

“Nice to meet you, but, I already knew who you were. I am a fan of your band.”

“A fan?” he said mocking emotion. “Well then I better give you my autograph and move on.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don't flatter yourself, I am a fan, but I am not a crazy super fan. I am not going to cry because you are talking to me, or try to jump your bones.”

“Well then,” he said sitting down next to me, “nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, but I already said that.”

“Why are you sitting off to the side all by your lonesome?” he asked me.

“Well, I could ask the same about you, and I am more curious what your response would be because you actually know the majority of the people in the VIP area.”

He looked at the floor, then back at me, “I just don't feel much like partying tonight. I miss my daughter, and my lady.”

“Daughter?” I asked, even though I already knew he had a daughter.

“Yes.” He smiled. “Do you have any kids?”

I shook my head, “not unless you count dogs as children.”

“I used to think of my dog, Millie, as my child, until I actually had a child.”

“I don't want kids until after I am married.” I said, lamely.

“My fiancee used to say that, sometimes these things just happen.”

“Oh I know,” I replied, “but I promise you, I will be married before I get pregnant.”

“Well,” he said pointing at my finger, “I can see that you are engaged, are you, the bachelorette tonight? Is your wedding soon?”

I shook my head, “oh no, we haven't even set a date yet.”

“Then how can you make such a promise to me?”

“I just can.” I shrugged. “Are you getting married anytime soon? I mean, you did say you had a fiancee right?” I asked attempting to change the subject.

He sighed, “yes, yes I did, and we haven't set a date yet. We first said we were going to wait until our daughter could walk, then she could walk, and we wanted to wait until I had enough time off, and then--” he paused, “I can't believe I am telling you all of this.”

I shook my head, “don't worry, I am not going to post our conversation on some TAI related gossip blog. I am just not that kind of person. Even if I did, it's not like they would believe me.”

“True, it's not every day I talk to fans in bars and tell them about my personal life. I actually never talk about my personal life.”

“It's probably for the best. I know you owe your music career to your fans, because, it is because of them you get to do what you love, but other than that, you don't owe them anything else.”

“You are the first fan to ever say that to me.”

“Well, there are three other girls here tonight who share the same feelings.” I grinned.

“Speaking of, I've noticed your friends keep staring over at us.”

“So do yours.”

“My friends think I am hitting on you, they are worried I am going to mess up my entire life to sleep with you, tonight.”

“How can you be so sure about that?”

“Because the last time I did this, I did sleep with someone who wasn't my lady, and I almost messed up my entire life.”

I looked at him oddly, “you cheated on your fiancee?”

“She wasn't my fiancee yet, and this was years and years ago. Before my daughter was born.”

I nodded, “understood.”

“You must think I am sleazy now.”

I shook my head, “no, everyone makes mistakes. Plus I am sure my friends keep looking at us, because they are worried that I am going to let you seduce me.”

“Have you cheated on your fiancee?”

“No,” I smiled, “I've never cheated on anyone.”

“Oh God, I am a sleaze.”

“Well, I am not convinced you are,” I reassured him, “like I said everyone makes mistakes. I`ve never cheated on anyone, but I have a never ending list of horrible mistakes.”

“How long have you been with your fiancee?” He asked.

I blushed, “nine months, but we were friends prior to our courtship, but the day I met him I just, I don't know, I just knew he was the man I would marry.”

“Isn't it great, how you can look at someone and just know?”

“It is, he is actually the reason I've been a bit of a wallflower this evening. I just don't think it would be fair to him, to be sitting at home, while I am out flirting with other men.”

He smiled. “You are such a sweetheart, your fiancee is a lucky man.”

“And yours is a lucky woman.” I said, looking at the time on my cell phone, noticing that it was last call, and almost time for us to leave. “You know Bill I think in another life, we could have been friends.”

He looked at me, face filled with curiosity, “and why can't we be friends?”

“Because,” I grinned, “I am a fan.”


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