“Rob’s been coming in here for years and believe me, it’s more than that.” She winks and drifts over to the next table.

I stare down at the shot glasses filled with what I assume is Yeager alongside a bottle of Heineken. As though he heard the glasses hit the wood, he sits down next to me and picks up a shot glass. “This is for the nerves.” He clicks his glass with mine and I follow him in downing it. I cringe when the burn of the alcohol coats my throat. Before I have a chance to place my shot glass back down, he thrusts a beer in my face. “This is to keep the nerves numb.” He tips his beer back, eyeing me over the green bottle for me to do the same.

I’m not a beer person, but no way am I turning down Rob’s kind gesture. “I don’t know if I can do this.” I speak truthfully, although Rob’s been inundated with my insecure worries for the past five hours.

“Yes you can.” He doesn’t go overboard on the compliments at all.

“What if I forget a line?” I cross my legs and swivel to face him.

He leans back on one arm, turning his chest to me. The stretch of his muscles arouses me and I wonder what those arms would feel like around me. His blue eyes swim with mine and they give me a belief in myself that I can do this. “I’ll be your savior.” His sly grin comes back into place.

I place my hand over my heart, “Oh my, will you ride in on your white horse, too?” I impersonate my best Southern accent and he rolls his eyes.

“If you’d prefer, I’ll let you sink.” He moves to get up, but I quickly lean forward and yank him down.

“I’m kidding. It’s a defense mechanism.” I divulge before he leaves me. His presence soothes me and I need that until the final second.

He drops back down with a thud and then lifts his ass to rub it. “Shit, you’re stronger than you look.”

“Sorry.” I raise my shoulders, sinking my head in between them.

“Yeah, right.” He takes a long draw from his beer and then Trey and the new bass player, Calen, join us. We move over to the booth and Roni delivers another round of drinks.

Before she leaves after the second time, I gently grab her elbow. “Can I have a water?” I ask and she nods.

“Water?” Rob asks, peering over to me. Trey has his phone out texting like crazy and Calen is eyeing all the girls purposely strutting past our table to see The Invisibles play.

“Yeah, you do want them to understand me, right?” I speak slowly for dramatic effect and he inches closer.

“I was just trying to get you drunk so I could take advantage of you.” His arm moves around my shoulders, resting on the back of the booth. There was something different in his banter tonight until now. He wasn’t cocky or arrogant, just simply a friend. The change I see in him only intrigues me more.

I swallow deep and my eyes ping across the bar, but never to Rob. His finger lazily moves on my bare shoulder and I try to not reveal the blaze that’s running through my veins or the increased beat of my heart. I can sense his vision focused right at the side of my head, but I refuse to turn around because I’m fairly certain if I do, my lips will connect with his. My willpower has been draining all day, but this move might be my complete undoing. I’ll cave if I gaze into those crystal-blue eyes. The only thing that keeps me denying him is the nightmare so many women wake up to after a night with my dad—a bed to themselves.

Trey claps his hands and I’m thankful for the reprieve of Rob’s hand on my skin. “Time!” he yells and flies out of the booth, jumping on stage.

Calen does the same, winking at a few girls in the front row. We step out of the booth, my stomach full of butterflies from the excitement and the fear. I rub my sweaty palms along my black leather pants just as Roni hands me my water.

The chill of the bottle cools down the heat in my body that Rob provoked. Roni places her hand on my arm and I shock back, alarmed from the contact. “You’ll do great. You’re smokin’ hot. These guys will eat you up whether you can sing or not.” One side of her lip turns up and then she weaves through the crowd.

When I flip around, I close my eyes and my free hand covers my stomach trying to calm the flutter down. Mustering up the confidence to perform tonight, I open my eyes and Rob’s perched on the stage with his hand out, waiting to help me up. My heart warms with his act of kindness. I break our distance, grab hold of his hand and step up on the stage. “Thanks,” I murmur and he winks a blue eye at me.

“Knock ’em dead.” With his easy smile, self-assurance arises inside of me. Maybe I can manage to do this.

I’ve been on stages larger than this, packed arenas as a matter of fact, but back then I just spun around my dad in my tutu while he played guitar. Memories float to mind from the summer my mom shipped me off to my dad. She wanted him to see what it was like being a single parent since there were often times I wouldn’t see him for months. That summer turned out to be one of the best in my life, except for Will overdosing. Luckily, he survived, but he never returned to the band and I recently saw him on one of those reality shows.

When the small spotlight focuses down on the stage, I’m thrown back to the present. The very scary present. The crowd quiets and I close my eyes, sucking in a few long and deep breaths. I can do this. The hammering of Trey’s drumsticks ring from behind me and I open my eyes, praying I don’t screw up.

“YOU DID FUCKING amazing.” I rush up to Paige and scoop her up in my arms. Our two sweaty bodies embrace and she laughs when I swing her around. “I told you. Check them out.” I stop us and point to the jumping patrons of Ace’s shouting for more.

She slyly eyes me. “You want to give them one more?” She bites her lip and I shake my head from her quick addiction to the spotlight.

“What do you say guys, one more?” I fear Trey will be out, I already caught him checking his phone on a song break, but Celan, he instantly gives me a quick nod, eager to play.

“One more and then I’m out,” Trey says as he places his phone back on the ground. “Singer’s choice,” he screams and Paige frantically shakes her head back and forth, making those curls swing in the air. God, I want to twirl my finger around one and tug.

“Do you guys know Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue?” She cringes like we wouldn’t know one of the top rock-out songs of all time. Not to mention a song about girls, give me a damn break, it’s a garage band’s must.

“Fuck yeah,” Celan yells and I could use him as my prime example since I borrowed him from a garage band.

Trey smiles. Paige moves back up to the mic while Trey and I begin the musical in the first half. Celan soon joins in and Paige glances back to us until I point to her that it’s time for her to start singing. You’d never guess this was her first show; actually you’d think she’s been playing in a band for years. She shakes her ass, pacing the stage in those skintight leather pants. Fuck me, her ass in my face now as she bends down to the crowd with the microphone in her hand. When we hit the chorus, she leans into me and I help her sing it. God, her flowery perfume makes my dick come alive.

She’s hot as hell, and from the amount of guys’ eyes pinned on her from the first row, I’ll have to claim her fast once this is over. She may not be mine, but damn if any of these douches will get a piece of her tonight. As the song dies down, she places the microphone on the stand and turns around, downing the rest of her third bottle of water since we started playing. As if she could get any hotter¸ she tips her head back and gulps the water down her throat. The only thing better would be if she spilled it.