Absolutely Unforgivable(87)
Clearly, our relationship was over; that was evident when he stuck his tongue down that girl’s throat, but I still wanted some answers. I needed that closure. However, when I got downstairs I realized Billy hadn't come home last night. And he wouldn't come home for another two days. And when he finally did get home he wouldn’t even look at me, let alone speak to me.
I called Trista to let her know that I wouldn’t be performing with the band anymore; it was just too hard to see Billy with other girls. She freaked out and rushed over.
“I know you and Billy are having a hard time right now but please Stacy, don’t do this. Please don’t just ditch the band. We are on the verge of something big.”
“Trista you are being ridiculous. I’m not part of the band; I’m just eye candy who can be easily replaced. Stick Bree up front with Billy onstage and nobody will even notice I’m gone.”
“I don’t know where you get the idea that we can just replace you. Do you not realize how big Billy and Stacy mania is?”
“I think you are exaggerating just a bit Trista. I don’t think I’ll be missed in the slightest.”
“Please Stacy. I know things seem bad right now but think of the rest of the band. We are all counting on you. The more Billy and Stacy are out there, the more gigs we book, the more money we make.”
“The success of the band should be about the music Trista, not the drama surrounding it.”
“Yeah you would think that, but you and I both know that isn’t how things work. Drama drives sales. The more drama you have, the more newsworthy you are and the more you are in the news, the more people want to hear your music. You have a degree in marketing, you know exactly how these things work.”
I hated to admit it but Trista was right. It takes more than just great music to make it big anymore. The drama that was Billy and Stacy did increase the fan base. But how could I possibly keep going on like this? I hated seeing Billy with other girls and he clearly wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“Please just come to tonight’s gig and sign autographs. You don’t have to be on stage the entire time if you don’t want.” I reluctantly agreed. I would give it one more shot before making my final decision to leave or not.
Tonight we would be playing at a club inside the loop, near downtown. It was big venue and we expected large crowds. Vin wasn’t happy to hear that and sent Devin and Rocco to the club early so they could get a handle on the security situation before the rest of the gang arrived.
Tonight was a costume night. The girls were all dressing up in our slutty schoolgirl outfits. I was against getting these in the first plus but Darla and Starla had gone with so many of our ideas in the past, we had to finally give in and let them pick at least one and this was it. My skirt was so short and hung very low on my hips. With the white top that came up just under my breast, this was the most skin I had ever exposed. But I guess this is one way I would get Billy’s attention.
When we got to the club I felt nervous about going inside. I don’t know why really, I had done this countless times before and tonight was no different than all the other times. Well, I guess it was different. Tonight might very well be my last performance with the band.
As we walked in the door I wondered if Billy would even notice I had arrived. There was once a time when he would never take his eyes off of me. I missed those days. Bree found me first, and dragged me to the band’s table. She was worked up tonight, more so than normal. I wondered what put her in such a good mood.
“Here,” she said as she handed me a shot glass. “To Jessie’s Girl!” She quickly downed her shot and then so did I.
“Where is Mindy? Is she not here yet?”
She sighed. “No. She and Bran are running late. She texted me though. They should be here any minute.”
We sat down and grabbed a beer from the bucket that the waitress had just delivered to the table. I tried my best not to look around for Billy but I couldn’t help it. He wasn’t on stage. I wondered if he was even here yet but I couldn’t ask anyone. I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing I was worried about him.
“Trista is setting up a table on the side of the stage.” Bree pointed towards the table she was speaking of. “After the first set Trista wants us to take pictures and sign autographs over there.”