Too Many Rock Stars

By: Candy J. Starr

He stayed beside me though. It was a Tuesday night and things were pretty quiet. Well, quiet in that there weren’t many people in the bar. Upstairs, in the band room, a bunch of punk chicks screamed so loud, you could hear them down here. I'd asked one of the barmaids to take over working the door for me – she was actually rostered on to work the door but had thought she was too good to do it – and slipped out for a break. You had to be in the mood for that wall of sound kind of stuff and it wasn't my night for it.

He hovered around for a moment, not seeming to get the hint. If I started chatting to him, it'd only encourage him to stick around. I could be icy cold when it suited my purposes. He didn't even try to start a conversation. My freeze out was working.

“Hey Razer, come over and join us…” a girl standing at the bar called to him.

“Maybe, later.”

Every single person who came into the bar seemed to know Razer. It was amazing. I knew a lot of the regulars and, of course, the bands, but that was nothing compared to Razer’s popularity.

After a while, he picked up his drink and went back to his friends. I turned to watch him as he left. To be honest, he hadn't even tried that hard.

"What's with that?" Carlie asked. I didn't like the glint in her eyes.


"You could do a lot worse than Razer. What? Are you going to be an old maid for the rest of your life? Living alone with a pack of cats?"

"You know, life could be a lot worse than that. Hell, cats can be house-trained but guitarists, not so much. Anyway, he's only hanging around so he gets more gigs booked. That much is certain."

Carlie poured a customer a beer then came back to me.

"Think about it, Violet. Does he need to do that? You can pretty much ensure good numbers when they play here. From a business point of view, he doesn't need to peddle his man-meat to get a spot on the roster. You just want to tell yourself that's the case so you don't have to face up to facts."

Before I could refute her crazy claims, a couple of business men came to the bar. They did that sometimes, the corporate types. And they always seemed like complete tools, standing at the bar in their suits looking a bit shell-shocked. Maybe they'd wandered in by accident. Carlie would make short work of them. They'd order one drink to save face, drink it down fast then leave.

The shorter one's gaze darted around the black, cave-like bar until it settled on a couple making out by the Galaga machine. He gave them the once over then must've realised where the guy's fingers were and his head spun back for a second look. He nudged his friend but the friend stared straight ahead, as though afraid to look too much.

Christos, the resident bar fly, moved up beside them, a joint in his hand and stood a little too close for comfort. He ranted at them about something. More than likely about sticking it to the man or the evils of corporations. Normally he slurred enough that you could only pick out every second or third word. He poked the taller one in the chest.

The taller guy just kept staring ahead, then jolted as Jackson make his way into his line of sight.

Jackson had a lot of anger in him. Anger on the verge of boiling over at any moment. The kind of anger that could see him knife a guy then walk away with a smile on his face.

He focused that anger on the suits until they twitched and scratched. Then he slowly grinned. Jackson's grin was a powerful scary thing.

Right on cue, the suits gulped down their drinks and left.

Carlie looked at me and laughed, shaking her head.

"Why do they even bother? They freak out when they come in here but seriously, those kind of guys are the biggest jerks after a few drinks. One idiot who came in the other night, too stubborn to leave even though I gave him all the signals, ended up making a complete dick of himself. You know young Gina who comes in here? Really shy girl? He had her bailed up against the wall. Jackson grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out. I gave him a good, swift kick while he was at it."

Carlie laughed again. At least she was off the topic of my love life and I was happy to keep it like that. I didn't need the hassle.

Although she couldn't really say much about my lack of romance. I'd never seen her with a guy since she'd started working at the club – and that was nearly three years ago.

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