After the Show, When the Lights Go Out

nother new state, another new club where the music would play once more as the band performed their closing set of the night at the South Carolina hotspot. The night grew late but the club was hopping as the guests enjoyed the loud music and bright colorful lights that flashed and illuminated the sweat of the musicians, who were giving their all to the rowdy crowd. G’wayne was immersed in song, with the fingers of his left hand chording the strings and sliding up and down the neck of his dark brown wood-stained bass, while the index and middle fingers of his right hand were plucking the thick, wound wires like a running man in lockstep with the beat. Swinging his head backward, flipping his brown and blond mane from his young, mustached face, he managed to catch the sight of her short, spiked hair. Her low-cut top framed her small breasts, and would have been close to indecent for a woman with a larger chest. However, her small boobs nearly disappeared into the lacing that snaked up the front of her brown-leather garment and revealed the purest white skin dotted with the cutest freckles. As she sipped her beer, her eyes turned towards G’wayne, where the gaze was met with a combination of curiosity and lustful desire from the smiling bassist. Her green eyes, lit by a hungering flame, slowly blinked and flashed under the lights of the stage, looking like gleaming emeralds set in porcelain and topped with fire. G’wayne’s gaze lingered for a moment before turning to the crowd, bringing his attention back to the music once more, as he took his place at the mic for a harmonizing session with the rest of the band. His gaze would be drawn to this fiery beauty for the remainder of the set.

With the end of the final song of the evening, G’wayne exited the stage while taking off his Kawai to wipe it down and case it. As he stepped down from the stage, he looked up to see those beautiful, emerald eyes affixed on him, bearing the same lustful desire as the excited grin underneath. Her short, five-feet two-inch frame gave her the look of an underage student more than a woman of drinking age. G’wayne stared at her with an erotic eye as he softly said, “Hello.” Her gaze never wavered and her smile continued as she spoke, “Hi. Your band is awesome.” G’wayne continued his stare as his smile widened, showing his interest in her, “Thanks. And ... thanks for coming. I’m G’wayne.” Holding his right hand out in friendship, her look was addictive to the young man as she reached out her hand to meet his, “Tonya.” At hearing her name, G’wayne snickered lightly before catching her look of curiosity and saying, “You look like a Tonya. Feisty and fiery, I’ll bet.” Tonya let out a short giggle that was the cutest sound to his ears as it escaped from the short, petite, red-haired vision from heaven. “Got any plans for after the show? Or are you going back to your hotel for the ni ... well, morning?” she asked, biting her lip and flashing her beautiful, green eyes at him with a look that said ‘come and get it’. Without hesitation, G’wayne grinned and said, “Well, I need to grab a bite to eat and...” he paused for a moment as she asked, “And?” G’wayne looked almost embarrassed as he continued, “It’ll probably sound a little crazy, but I could use a bit of peace and quiet. I need to wind down after the show. I love to play, but after the lights go out I like to slow down and take it easy.” Her expression showed a bit of disappointment for a moment, thinking he was serious, when he asked, “Do you know where I can get a bite to eat ... in a nice, quiet place ... with a beautiful redhead?” Her eyes lit up as she flashed a sexy smile, rubbing her right leg with her right hand in a slow, circular motion, when she replied, “I know a great place you can eat. I know of some good all-night restaurants too. You wanna get out of here?” G’wayne never hesitated as he put his bass case with the other instruments, for his friend and roadie to take to the hotel, and followed the ginger doll out of the club.

Sitting in the small and quiet, twenty-four hour diner, G’wayne and Tonya talked and got to know about each other’s lives and interests. He asked her about her musical interests and what kind of movies she liked, while she asked him about his travels and stage performances. She wondered how much was real and how much was just for show, making a comparison to a drag club performer and the over-the-top productions they put on for entertainment. G’wayne let out a slight giggle as he replied, “We’re not that over the top. But some of the drag shows are great. They have some pretty sexy performers too. If you didn’t know they were packing, you would never guess.” Tonya laughed and asked, “So, you’re saying that you find them hot. Would you ever sleep with one?” G’wayne laughed at the question yet gave her his honest answer, “I don’t find all of them hot.” With his surprised look from her directness turning to a thinking smile, he continued, “But I like what I like. If one caught my eye ... maybe. If she was feminine, beautiful ... or cute, and I found her attractive ... yeah, probably. Is it wrong or unusual to like what you like?” Her mouth widened into a sexy grin when she answered, “Not at all. I find that sexy, actually. Someone who’s not afraid to explore their interests is very hot.” With a nod and a smile, G’wayne looked into her beautiful eyes, feeling himself turned on by her sexiness as well as her understanding nature, which he found captivating. They continued talking about their mutual interests as G’wayne finished his meal, paid the check, and escorted Tonya home.