Chapter 2
Marlene didn’t know if she was going crazy or this girl was a stalker. Every concert they had hosted since that one, the still girl had been in the front row. She didn’t clap, didn’t sing along, didn’t take out her lighter and hold it up until the fire burnt her thumbs. She didn’t do anything but stare up as Marlene preformed. It made Marlene feel a little vain, and perhaps a bit insane. It gave her a sense of deja vu that reminded her of when she was younger and hadn’t dealt with her narcissistic tendencies. She knew, logically, the girl wasn’t just staring at HER. She completely could have been looking at Mary or Lily. But it felt different when they made eye contact. Different than when she flirted with other fans in the audience.
Marlene didn’t know who that girl was, but she needed to find out.
Dorcas had felt embarrassed every time she asked Regulus to buy her tickets to The Valkyaries, but it had been about a week and at this point, she knew he was used to it.
But this time, she didn’t have to ask him for a ticket. Once again, Pandora invited her. A V.I.P ticket that will lead her backstage. She knew that it would just be Pandora, but not so deep down, she really hoped Marlene McKinnon, the lead singer that she watched every night, would be there.
“Oi, Pans?” Marlene called over at Pandora, who was sitting on a spinny chair and embroidering her latest piece. Pandora looked over to Marlene, she was sitting on the couch in Peter’s garage. Good old Pete, who let them practice and hangout whenever they like here.
“Yes?” Pandora said, clearly annoyed she had been distracted from her work.
“Who’s that girl you always invite backstage?”
Pandora smirked, turning back to her work.
“That’s Dorcas, why?” Her grin was still plastered on her face as she pulled the needle up from a pair of shorts. Marlene looked away, itching her cheek trying to look casual.
“Just curious…”
“Wanna meet her sometime?”
Marlene snapped her neck to stare at Pandora. Pandora who was resting her head on her fist and leaning towards her. Still with that suggestive grin that said Marlene was not being casual enough.
“Cheeky bitch…” Marlene huffed as she got up and stormed out. “Yes I would like to meet her sometime,” She muttered as she slammed the door. Pandora laughed to herself and shook her head.