The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(221)

Still, as imaginative as I was, I tried my best to tamp down any thoughts of Aiden coming my way. Besides, Liddy was more interested anyway, it would probably be best that she is given the opportunity of a lifetime.

“Excuse me, is this balcony taken?”

The voice sounded familiar, I turned my neck and saw him standing there, long hair and all.

“Err… um … no. It’s open to everyone,” I squeaked out.

I turned back to my empty plate of snacks, but now I couldn’t remember what I had just been thinking about.

“Lovely night,” he said.

I nodded, trying to hide my excitement.

“You’re missing out on the party, were you planning on staying out here all night?”

I nodded again.

“You certainly are a woman of few words,” he laughed.

I smiled and giggled to myself a bit.

“Well, that’s quite a nice smile.”

I was happy for the compliment, as much as he was happy to have given it.

“Since this doesn’t seem like your kind of party, I doubt you came here alone, who dragged you here?”

I turned and pointed at my friend Liddy, who was chatting up their bassist at this point. I was quite surprised that none of the other girls were trampling the balcony, hoping for another minute or two with Aiden.

“She seems nice. Bit of a talker, though.”

I giggled again. He was right. She had quite a mouth on her.

“Why didn’t anyone follow you out,” I asked meekly.

Aiden let out a surprised expression, as though he’d just seen lead turn to gold.

“So you can speak!”

He laughed, almost as much as I did.

“To answer that question, how many people in that room do you think would follow me out here right now?”

I turned and counted, there must’ve been about fifteen girls in there ready to swoon all night.

“Looks like fifteen?”

“Sounds about right; how many of them look available enough to chat on this balcony.”

I looked again, and after examining, I saw that most of them were already talking to other band members or strong looking roadies. Except maybe one or two that just sat chatting with each other about who knows what.

“Maybe two of them would come out?” I asked.

“This happens after nearly every concert. I’m not really interested in groupies, they get boring. Sex is great and all, but it feels like I’m exploiting my fans. I just get a dirty feeling after it’s all over, so I just don’t sleep with them. I respect my fans too much to exploit them as bad as my record label does.”

“So you just told them all you weren’t interested, and they backed off? That doesn’t sound like Liddy at all.”

“Ah, Liddy is your friends name,” he said. “She was the hardest pressed to get close to me tonight. She told me she knew the manager, which was strike one right there. Anyone that knows our manager knows what a total creep he is. He’d have to sleep with all the girls in that room before he’d even think of giving any of them a backstage pass.”

That explained quite a lot in my mind, Liddy didn’t mind using herself to get what she wanted, and I suppose this was no different.

“So how did you get yours,” he asked.

“Liddy had two, so she gave me one. We’ve been best friends since 2nd grade, so she didn’t even have a second thought about whom to give it to.”

“She got two from that scumbag manager? She must’ve done some pretty crazy things to get a second one.”

I giggled, but I also felt a little sad about how badly she must’ve wanted to get a second pass, and here I was wasting it on this balcony. But, I couldn’t help but wonder what she did to get it.

“Okay, I need to change the subject. Thinking about Greg sleeping with anyone is killing my brain.”

I giggled.

“What do you do when you’re not performing,” I asked.

“Oh, that,” he said, flashing me a big smile, “I like a lot of things. But, the thing I like to do most is photography. It’s really convenient for me since I can take my camera with me anywhere, and I get to visit some places that most people only dream of.”

He looked really excited.

“I suppose you probably knew that from the fan club website, though.”

I shook my head no.

“Back to not talking again, eh?”

“Sorry, I don’t really talk to a lot of new people, let alone rock stars. You’re a bit out of my league.”

He laughed at the thought.

“You think you feel overwhelmed by me? I’m just amazed that 20,000 people want to show up and listen to me play, that’s overwhelming. I’m not out of your league. If anything, I’m in just the right place.”

“No way, I’m sure you’ve been hit by the celebrity bug. Haven’t you met some other people that you admire and felt awestruck? Don’t say it never happened.”

He bellowed a laugh. But, his moment of silence that followed let me know that I was right.

“I’ve been bitten by the bug, alright. You don’t grow up in the middle of nowhere expecting to meet your inspiration. I must admit that I melted a bit when I met Robert Plant and James Hetfield.”

I gasped at the name dropping; those were a couple of my celebrity crushes as well, although they were still a bit too old for me to consider anything dirty.