Falling Down(10)

"You can keep anything you want. You know Cage's policy."
Yay! Shoes!
She finishes accessorizing me and Spenser runs up and spritzes me with my favorite perfume.
"Why the perfume?"
"Trust me. You'll be glad I spritzed you when you see who's here," he sing-songs.
"We're here for a video not a date, Spense."
He just tsks. Who the hell could it be? There are a handful of bands that would elicit that sort of reaction and I just can't imagine any of them wanting me and Sera for their video. We're conservative compared to a lot of the models and actresses who do videos which puts us on many of the bands short list.
Sera steps out from behind her screen wearing a spandex-type black dress with short cap sleeves, black stockings with a seam running up the back of her legs, and a pair of black lace overlay peep toe pumps. Her brown hair is swept up into a fancy up-do with curling tendrils framing her face.
"Bitch."
She laughs. "What's your problem?"
"First, I've got a thong up my ass crack and you know how I love that."
She laughs again, louder.
"Second, I hate you. I hate that your ass is smaller than mine."
"Truthfully, Luce, I should be calling you a bitch and hating on your because I envy your curves."
"You can have them."
"Trade."
If only.
We head back to where Spenser is to chat him up a bit but he and the girls are busy.
"Hmm. We've got thirty minutes to kill. What do you want to do?"
"After I put your lipstick on," Spenser says, throwing a cape over my shoulders and chest before dabbing my lips an amazing shade of red.
"Yeah, after that."
"Let's go check out the set. Maybe we can figure it out," Sera says adjusting her dress as Simone steps up to whip a cape over her and uses a slightly darker shade of red on Sera's lips."
"You two are gorgeous and those boys are going to swallow their f*cking tongues when they see you, aren't they girls?"
They all murmur their agreement.
"Do we have wardrobe change?"
Spenser rolls his eyes. "Since when don't you have wardrobe change in a video?"
"A girl can hope. Let's go peek, Sera."
We head out into the studio, over to where there's a faux stage set up. Any and all graphics that would lead to our discovery of who our mystery band is are covered with black fabric.
"Ugh, Cage," Sera says with a laugh.
"Agreed. There's really no point to going any further."
Sera walks over and reaches for a guitar.
"Sera! What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're touching what is likely a temperamental musician's guitar! Put it back."
"Fuck that. We have thirty minutes. Let's jam."
I nearly bite my bottom lip then remember the lipstick. Glancing over to the guitars, I can't resist. I pick up the other acoustic guitar knowing full well someone's going to be pissed we're playing their instruments.
"What should we play?"
"P!nk?"
"Just Give Me A Reason. Let me get to the piano," I tell Sera. Piano. I love playing the piano and it's been entirely too long.
I take a seat and flex my fingers. "It's been a long time."
"That it has. Ready?"
I nod. "Count it out."
She does and we start playing and singing as if we haven't missed a day. When that song ends I go back for the guitar as Sera heads to the drums. I grin.
"We're going to be in so much trouble."
She grins and shrugs.
"Who Knew." Sera counts us off and we give it all we've got. We play a couple more P!nk songs, then I call for some Red.