Chapter 6

Gavin made sure he stayed in contact with Camille since the night of having dinner with her family. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see her like he wanted to, he made sure that before getting off the phone, she felt like she been kissed the night of the “ice cream incident” as they’d begun to call it. He even got her to admit that while she has had the strawberry banana combination since that night, “it just didn’t taste the same as when I had it with you.”

“That’s because I’m not feeding it to you from a spoon.”

“No, that’s not why.” She whispered back. While he hadn’t been able to get her to elaborate on why that wasn’t the reason why, he told her he wasn’t going to forget about it either.

The band had been rehearsing in the studio for the past two weeks. Their manager even got them to agree to a few last minute gigs with a few of the well known bars along Greenville Avenue. While Gavin hated to put off seeing Camille, he had to agree with Hank Rothstein, their manager’s, philosophy. “Gavin, you guys are at the blast off point. You’ve just come off a year long tour and the release of your first album. Your fans are wondering what you’re going to follow up with. Yeah, you guys are back in the studio, but you want to let your local fans know that you’re still here and give them a taste of what everyone else has to wait to hear.”

“Alright Hank.” They band agreed to this latest gig but Gavin wasn’t going to settle for talking to Camille on at home after the show, or between her breaks at the dance school.

While the rest of the band sat around the sound booth listening to the latest take of a song, Gavin stepped into the hallway to make a phone call. Scrolling the names in his cell phone, he came upon Camille’s and already had a smile on his face, just anticipating hearing her voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi. It’s Gavin. How’s your day going?”

Hearing that voice, deep and warm, always got Camille a little wet just hearing it. It had been a few weeks since they saw each other, but she still could not get her mind off of that kiss they shared. The mans mouth should be come with a warning.

“It’s going good. I’ve got the kids doing warmups right now.”

“Well, I won’t keep you but I had to ask if you busy Thursday night?”

“Not at this point. What’s up?”

“We’ve got a gig that night and I wondered if you’d want to come out? I know you said you’ve never seen us live, and I wanted to see you before it got any more crazy than it’s been.”

“Um. Yeah. That’ll be great.”

“Alright. It’s at the Lizard Lounge. I don’t know what time we’ll go on but I’ll call you with the info later.”

Marcus picked that time to stick his head out the door and give Gavin a heads up that they where going to start laying the tracks to another song.

“Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later tonight, alright?”

“That’ll be great. Talk to you then.”

While neither wanted to end the call, the kids in the studio picked that time to get rowdy with the warm up and Gavin realized Marcus was still standing there, listening to his conversation with a knowing smirk on his face. Gavin signed off and just shook his head at his friend. He was going to have to get that boy a girl, and quick. He didn’t know how much longer he could stand there and have Marcus say he was living vicariously through Gavin in the dating department.

Come Thursday night, Camille was so nervous. She was afraid if she burped, the thousands of butterflies that took up residence in her stomach would escape. She new the club Gavin and the guys where playing and she opted to wear her black, hipster capris with her black leather corset. She loved the way it fitted and accentuated her cleavage. While it tied in the back, the million hidden hook-and-eye connectors in the front took forever to enclose. She had her hair straitened earlier in the week, so she didn’t have to fuss too much with that. The final touches where her black leather belt with the round, silver belt buckle that said Do you feel lucky punk?, and her three inch black Prada shoes that completed the outfit. She checked her makeup and grabbed her small handbag before heading out to the club.

When she got to the door, she was surprised to find out her name was on the VIP guest list so she was escorted into the club and delivered to a corded off section close to the stage. Listening to the house DJ spin records and bodies already dancing on the dance floor, she ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and waited for the show to start. She didn’t have to wait long. The house DJ stopped his music and the lights dominating the stage area went up and the club mc stepped out to introduce the band. Camille was excited. While she was giddy with seeing one of her favorite band live, she was so much more anxious to see Gavin.

Gavin and the rest of the band came out on stage after being introduced and the grabbed the microphone and asked if everyone was ready for a kick ass show. You could feel the anticipation with the crowd and a few of the women in the VIP section where calling for Gavin. The plus side to being in this section, Camille was able to see him up close and see him during the performance.

“Alright guys. We’re gonna open with an exclusive for you guys. This song is going to be the first single from our next album. We wrote this baby while waiting for word back from the record company, before we got so well known, and it’s just the epitome of Rock Star status.” As Gavin spoke into the microphone, Camille put down her drink and got as close to the stage as possible. The opening cords to the song started with Randi’s countdown and Gavin started singing.

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

Chorus:
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
Well hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

That opening song set the tone for the rest of the show. The energy of the crowd and the energy of the band made for a spectacular show. They played a total of ten songs and Gavin was so hyped by the time they closed the night out. He knew Camille had shown up; on of the bouncers told him he escorted her to the VIP section but Gavin hadn’t seen her. He was anxious to see her. The band was escorted to the VIP section and Gavin went straight to the private bar set up near the back. He asked for bottled water and downed the whole thing before he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and it wasn’t Camille that greeted him. It was a fan asking for an autograph. He didn’t want to be rude considering he was so ready to see someone else, so when she asked him to sign her chest, stuck out said chest and a sharpie in his face, he signed it without complaint. When she started to try to stand closer, pushing her breasts closer to his face as he signed “To Precious”, he tried to think of the best way to turn down the blatant invitation she was throwing at him. Suddenly, a pen and napkin appeared under his nose, and the sexiest voice known to man said, “Excuse me Gavin. Could I have an autograph please?”

Quickly capping the sharpie, and unable to squash the hilarious idea of sliding the sharpie into the plastic cleavage of “groupie girl”, Gavin gave a quick ‘thanks for coming to the show’ and turned to Camille.

“I’ll sign it if you dance with me?”

Hearing the outraged, “What?” come from ‘groupie girl’, Camille couldn’t help the smile that came over her face as she nodded yes and grabbed the hand Gavin held out to her.

Gavin almost swallowed his tongue when he got a look at the back of Camille’s outfit. Gavin would have never in a million years figured this outfit would be anywhere in Camille’s closet. As they reached the dance floor, the songs the house dj where mixing left no other option than to dance close to your partner. Seeing the sway of Camille’s hips and her ass in those pants made it hard for Gavin to continue to think pure thoughts. Camille’s back was to Gavin and they danced, his hands on her hips while her hands where in the air. The dance tempo slowed as Gavin turned Camille and pulled her close. He leaned further into her space as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Gavin caught a faint whiff of her; it was a hint of something soft, some sweet cologne and underneath it, just her. The combination was heady. Neither was aware that they where no longer dancing, but simply standing in the middle of the floor, feeling each other; ignoring everything going on around them. Gavin started giving small kisses on Camille’s pulse points and he could feel her heartbeat pick up. He thought his own had started mimicking the rhythm of the baseline in the club tracks still playing in the background.

Camille slightly turned her face toward his as they kissed, touching mouth to mouth. Tongues touching, then Gavin taking over the kiss, doing to her mouth what he wished he could do to other parts of her body. He pulled her closer still as she threaded her fingers through his hair, wishing they could stay like this. He could taste the vodka and cranberry juice as the explored every inch of the inside for mouth; and although he couldn’t hear it, he could feel the moans, not knowing if they where coming from him or her. Probably both.

Someone bumped into his back, almost knocking them off balance, and that was when they where brought back, to reality, the club – the dance floor. Slowly breaking the kiss and knowing that if he didn’t get inside of her soon he would pass out, he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

It wasn’t a question and Camille knew she didn’t need to be asked. She nodded and let him lead her from the dance floor.