A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

"Any reason why you're handing me my bikini?" I asked, holding it up. 

"Ya' never know, love, they could have an indoor pool at the hotel," he said with a wink. "I'm bringin' this too, so we're even." He held up the tiniest napkin I'd ever seen in my life and tossed it in his bag. Folding my things up I stuffed them in my bag, grabbing my bright green thongs and throwing them in. After washing his jumpers he took on their tour he tossed them back in his bag. I grabbed all of mine as well and shoved them in. "Still a bit cold up there," he said. "Might stay that way for a while."

"Good, I need a long break from the heat," I said sitting on my suitcase so it would zip. 

"An' the flies?"

"Yes. I've been using my knickers as weapons." Angus laughed then zipped up his bag before setting it down by the bedroom door. I lugged mine over and set it next to his. Both of us collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

"We're stayin' a week, did I tell you?" he asked. I shook my head. "We'll be back in April an' then you an' I can relax here at home." I turned to snuggle into him.

"Does the hotel have tea?" I asked. "Or should we bring some?" Angus looked lost for an answer. 

"Uh...sure, yeah, bring some..." he said curtly. He coughed into his elbow. "So....Linda told you about our work schedule this year?"

"Kind of," I said. "She said Malcolm wasn't too happy with their choice of music videos." Angus groaned a bit and laid his arm over his eyes. I smiled. "Something wrong?"

"Mal's not the only one," he said. "Higher ups are sayin' if we can squeeze out a few videos then we can vie for the top spot or somethin' like that. They want the new album, the whole thing, to have...kinda the same video. Not the same, but filmed in the same place, ya' know? An' so they're figurin' out how to go about it an' they keep suggestin' havin' all these women around...dancin', I don't know," he laughed. "Mal an' I had to hold ourselves together when they told us their ideas an'....ya' know, with Bon, we'd jus' get up there an' play. Ya' know? It was us, it was our band, our video, our playin'...we did a few things here an' there but this is a load of shit." I started laughing. "What?"

"I'll never understand MTV," I said. Angus waited for an explanation. "They expect these manly rock and roll bands to make videos surrounded by women, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's kinda what they're goin' for."

"So....what kind of audiences are they trying to attract?"

"What do ya' mean?"

"Rock and roll, at least according to these bands, is about sex, drugs, and...rock and roll. And the sex part is part of the videos, right?" I started to ramble. "These guys want women lining up at their dressing rooms backstage or they want a new girl every night. But...no self respecting girl looks at these bands surrounded by women they objectify and think, 'yeah, I want to date him. He seems like a feminist. I wouldn't be expendable to him.'" Angus lay there in thought. "If anything, those videos starring all the women will only attract more men."

Angus started giggling a bit. "Guess I never thought about it that way..."

"They'll get a knock backstage and it will be a group of five guys asking where the sheilas are. No women in sight. And all the women from the music videos will be taking their sweet paycheques to the bank and putting food on the table. No rockstars in sight."

"Maybe," he said. "An' what about the ladies who do enjoy their company?" He reached over and tickled me under the cheek. "Like you?"

I giggled. "If they do, they do. They can go out with whoever they want. But these bands shouldn't be surprised or upset when a bunch of blokes come knocking. They had it coming." I kissed his cheek. "And you're different besides. You're Angus McKinnon."