How Not To Be A Groupie

Stelle insisted I dress up a little nicer that night. She took me out to some fancy boutique, much nicer than any department store I'd ever shopped at in 2024. I think she was also itching to make a few purchases for herself. If I got paid that much for dog sitting back home, I'd be shopping fancy too. I found a black dress that was ruched to the moon with one shoulder. Surprisingly it wasn't too big though I had a hell of a time getting it on. But it was worth it and Stelle's company very kindly paid for it. 

Stelle bought the rest of the store. 

The pub the boys were playing at that night was called The Lighthouse and it was all the way on the other side of town. We took a bus there and I paid my way. I still hadn't dealt with any motion sickness and for that I was grateful. Stelle was applying lipstick with the help of her compact mirror. Despite the bumps and turns along the way she managed to apply it perfectly. I fiddled with my necklace the entire way. It was gold with a black onyx pendant. I left my other necklace back at Stelle's hotel. It didn't quite match my outfit, and besides, this one was on sale. 

It was dark by the time we got there. Stelle managed to get backstage passes and we put them on. I figured we were walking through the front doors but Stelle led me around to the back. "Come on, haven't you groupies learned anything?" she laughed. 

There were others dressed like us once again. They stood by the door smoking and waiting. Stelle had her trusty camera and I was without my notebook. But Angus would be inside and I'd ask him about it. But only if he wasn't too busy to talk. I looked around for any sign of the Glamour Girls. It was almost too dark to make out anyone. 

There was an ear splitting honking sound and we all turned to see two buses rolling into view. For a moment I thought it was rather late for the band to be getting here but Stelle guessed they were trying to find a better place to park. "Must be pretty cramped in the car park...." The driver of the first bus yelled out to a roadie who then yelled out instructions. I couldn't hear a word any of them said so I focused on my feet instead. 

I hate high heeled shoes. I had to buy the shortest heel in the shop and I still wobbled like a baby giraffe. But...I actually looked sort of cute. And there's nothing wrong with wanting to look cute once in a while. 

"Alright, any backstage goers?" a man asked as he opened the door. The women I saw filed in and Stelle and I followed them. The door swung shut behind us. "Don't touch anything!" the man called.

"Does that include the band?" Stelle asked and we both giggled. Well, I could certainly abide by that rule. Unless it included hugs, then I would have to break the rule in half over my knee. 

We found the dressing room the boys were in. Stelle knocked and it opened. I blushed and immediately looked at the floor when I saw them changing. Like walking into the Playboy mansion. "Hey, you're here," somebody said. Stelle helped me inside and I used her for a guide. 

"Told you we'd be here," Stelle said. 

"Bit early," the same someone said. I finally managed to brave up a bit and looked to see it was Phil. Aside from no shirt, which I was used to by now, he looked okay. The others were just out and about, completely without shame. "Caught us at a bad time."

"Aw, this is the best time," Bon said. Standing before us in nothing but underwear. I clenched my fists to keep from bursting out in nervous laughter. "We don't usually let anyone in yet but you're special." He winked. 

"That's lovely, Ronald," Stelle said making herself comfortable. I stood there awkwardly. Bon left to find his Swiss cheese jeans and I kept my eyes glued to the floor. There were clothes scattered everywhere and a case of beer. Glancing up for one second I saw Angus looking at me and then he quickly looked away. He was putting his tie on. I wanted to ask about the notebook but he looked awfully....busy, just as I thought he would be.