Chapter 1
Marlene could hear the crowd chanting their names as the three stood behind the stage curtain. Red guitar strapped around her and matching cherry red bralette under her shirt. (Which would make for a lovely surprise for the crowd.)
“Ready, girls?” Marlene asked, her hands slightly pulling open the velvet curtains so she could peak through.
She felt a familiar weight wrap around her shoulders.
“You know it, babe,”
Another arm crept around her waist, a matching head leaning on her shoulder.
“Knock ‘em dead, McKinnon.”
Lily and Mary pressed a kiss to each cheek, before running out to the crowd with their hands in the air. Marlene assumed Mary was spinning her drumsticks, and Lily making a show of her custom made, star embroidered, flare jeans. Of course with the low waist that left her tummy peaking out and silver thread along the seams.
3…2…and…
Marlene ran out through the curtains, making a beeline to front center. She grabbed the mic and spun the chord through her fingers.
“How we feeling tonight?” She roared into the mic. In response, the crowd erupted with cheers (and the occasional wolf whistle). Marlene grinned, setting the microphone down so she could bring her fingers to the strings and fret board. “What do you say we start with a classic? A classic that doesn’t call for as much sexual energy as we’ll be bringing,” Once again, the crowd roared and jumped.
“One! Two! Three!” Shouted Mary, cueing Lily to start on the bass.
Dorcas stood in the front row, staring up at the rockers as they each made their entrance onto the stage. First a woman with beautiful bouncy curls, big hoop earrings, and a skirt that Dorcas thought was made purposely to make her hips and thighs look like they were bursting from the seams of it. Second a curvy red head with wavy hair and bangs. She had a star theme going on with her outfit. Silver star dangly earrings, silver headband covered in stars made of tiny diamonds. Tiny top that wrapped around the neck and had a star shaped window on the chest to show her cleavage, and light, low rise, jean bell bottoms that had a big red star on the bottom, which she made a show of flashing to the crowd. The girl waved her hands around and spun as she went to pick up her bass.
The curly haired girl in the back made a drum roll before the third girl popped out from behind the curtains. She ran to the front, microphone already in hand and guitar wrapped around her shoulders. She had bleached blonde hair (her dark roots visibly growing in) which was cut in a way that looked like she had done it herself in the bathroom at midnight. Dorcas couldn’t tell if that was on purpose or literally what she had done. Her shorts were light and very ripped, leaving strings falling over her long legs. On top of that was a white band tee that had the image peeling off it.
She brought the mic to her lips,
“How we feeling tonight?”
The people around Dorcas erupted, in response she clapped awkwardly. She had only come here because one of her best friends, who designed for this band, begged to bring her backstage and see her afterwards.
“What do you say we start with a classic? A classic that doesn’t call for as much sexual energy as we’ll be bringing,” the singer asked the crowd. They immediately screamed back.
“One! Two! Three!” The drummer shouted, hitting her drumsticks together. The redheaded bassist began playing before the blonde in the front started strumming her dark red guitar.
Dorcas had to admit, the band from the night before had caught her eye. Especially that lead singer. Their music was great, sure, but she…she was radiant. Dorcas couldn’t stop thinking about her. She remembered when the girl had caught her eye and winked. Of course she was a rockstar, she flirted with everyone in the crowd, but Dorcas still found herself flustered.
She had to see her- the band again.
Thank god her best friend is insanely rich.
“Regulus?” Dorcas called as she let herself into his flat, not bothering to knock. He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off the dessert he was preparing.
“Would you buy me something?”
That caught his attention. He turned around the face her, cocking his head and staring.
“Is it something stupid?” He asked. Dorcas fake gasped and clutched her chest.
“You hurt me, Reg.” She hopped onto the stool seated behind his kitchen bar. “I need you to buy me concert tickets.” she said. In response, he burst out laughing. Which was…unexpected.
“You? Concert tickets? What for another one of your pop artists you love so dearly?”
She huffed.
“Actually they’re glam rock,”
Regulus scrunched his eyebrows as he brought the finished plate before her. Some sort of pudding-cake, it seemed like. A strawberry on top and chocolate drizzle. Dorcas grabbed a fork and took a bite, too distracted to judge it properly.
“Please I need it. It’s for lesbian purposes,”
Regulus sighed.
“Well when you say that how can I refuse?” He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“Homophobe.”
“Dramatic.”
He stood glaring at her, arms crossed. And Dorcas perfectly mirrored him.
“Alright,” he said calmly. “Now how is the cake?”
“It’s wonderful, Reggie.” Dorcas popped up and kissed his cheek before running to his closet to find her favorites of his silver rings.