My boyfriend Vince and I reminisced about our band as we sat down on the bedroom floor with an old photo book sprawled out on the carpeted floor along with an old, torn notebook full of writings that I had written every night thirteen years ago. The seams that held the notebook together were tearing, nearly each page being torn from it. The pages themselves weren’t torn or ripped and were still readable. 1
Each page inside the notebook was written on. Thirteen years ago, I used to write in this notebook at the end of every night and write down how things went with our band. My boyfriend and I had just formed a band at the time. Vince sang and I was the guitarist and sang backup vocals. A guy named Joe was the drummer and Vince’s best friend Mick played bass. We called ourselves Wild Side. 2
Every night when Vince and I got home back from the club, I would write down how things went with Wild Side. I described a lot of what we did before we drove to the club, when we got set up, how the performance was, what songs did we play, how much we got paid, and what we did afterwards. A few other entries were about how Vince and I bought our first small house although it was a piece of shit. 3
We never received that much money. The manager back then didn't pay us enough money, especially for my boyfriend and I. We lived together in a small one bedroom house with no up stairs and a small patio. The living room was a good size, the kitchen was as small as a bathroom, and the bathroom was only a little bigger than the kitchen. The bedroom was the size of the living room. All we had in the bedroom was our queen sized bed, a small TV and two dressers. That’s it. The living room had a couch for two, a normal sized TV, CDs, a CD Player, and a VCR. That’s about it. 4
Now as I look back at it, that house was terrible. We barely had any room or privacy (not that the two of us needed it). It was so small that we couldn’t even have our usual wild parties in it. Vince and I were lucky enough to even be able to buy that house. In order for us to afford it, Vince worked for it. Well, you could call what he did to get money ‘work’ if you wanted to. What he did was flirt with women who worked at the grocery stores and or other young women who had money and jobs. He also fucked them in their houses or in the back of our Impala. I remember being amazed how he could earn money by using any woman he wanted to. To him, it was probably pleasure. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the first woman he spotted when he walked down the street or set foot in a store. 5
The photo book was filled with hundreds of pictures from back then. There were pictures of Vince and I, the two of us standing outside our house for the very first time, us sitting on top of our car with his arms wrapped around my waist, and pictures of us having fun. We also had pictures of our band. A few photos were taken when all four of us were drunk down at the club. Back then, we were always drunk and a few of us got high on drugs. Other times, the guys were all about sex and girls while I was about sex and the hot guys I found in the club or on the streets on their motorcycle or in their fast sports car. 6
“Hey Christina, remember the one time when we got so drunk down at the club after a gig? I turned around to look for you and you climbed on top of table, ripped your top off, and started dancing.” Vince said to me, almost laughing and having a lustful smile on his face. 7
I nodded my head. “Of course I remember that. But I can’t remember anything afterwards.” 8
One night in June after one of our gigs, the four of us got so drunk that we went crazy and wild. I was the wildest one at the club that night and the most sexy and entertaining person there. As Vince turned around to face me, I already had climbed on top of one of the tables, started dancing, ripped off my top, and then starting dancing even more. Men from all over the club, surrounded the table I was on, watching me. They cheered me on as did Vince. Vince seemed more than entertained. He was having the time of his life and men threw money at me. Afterwards, I got off the table and put my shirt back on. I could never remember what happened next. 9
“You passed out afterwards. Then, I took you home and put you in bed. When you woke up, you had a serious headache.” He stated. 10
Now that Vince and I are married (and have a much bigger house) and our band Wild Side is now a famous band who makes millions of dollars a year and tours the world and is adored by millions of people, we think about the good times. Sometimes, the both of us miss those good times. The good times were back in the club when we weren’t famous yet and we were struggling with money, our house, and with living. Back then, that club was our life. We lived for booze, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. 11
“Vince, we had some good times thirteen years ago. Don’t you miss those times? I sure do.” I turned to look at Vince. 12
He scooted on the floor closer to me, wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, and kissed me. “Yeah, we sure did have some good times. Those were the days, huh? I’m just glad that I still have someone who I can look back on these memories with.”
Author notes
What do you guys honestly think about this short story? Please be honest about and don't be afraid to tell me what you exactly think of this. I was thinking about turning this in to a short series. Is it worth doing that?
I was listening to Motley Crue's "Down at the Whisky" when I wrote this. And somehow, this is how I picture my boyfriend and I.
And for those who like and read my series Chains of Lust, I have created a forum for it: http://www.chainsoflustseries.proboards105.com/index.cgi
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It's hard to believe this couple has been togethor 13 years. The relationship doesn't really come through, but the painting of the past does come through fairly well. The sentiment/sweetness between the two is there, but we don't really get exposed to enough of it, and we don't know the characters well enough to fully absorb that emotion/vibe that seems to be the jist of the tale.
The guy's job as a prostitute could use a little more explanation/development. The nature of their relationsip needs to be explained as well; are they polyamorous, swingers, or experimental turned monogomous?
I'd say it is definitely worth re-writing, before you turn it into a series. It's hard to cram thirteen years into a short story. I would say pick parts of this story that you want to develop and focus on those in a re-write vs. trying to explain their whole lives togethor in detail.
Good writing so far, I look forward to reading more!
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Thanks for reading and commenting on this. I appreciate that you took the time to.
Yeah, I guess I should explain more of it before I turn it into a series and re-write it. I get what you're saying. I should also explain more how how they've been together for thirteen years.
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oooo this is really cool! You should deff turn it into a short series!
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Thanks for reading and commenting. I'm glad you liked it. I'm trying to work on the series for this. I'll let you know as soon as I write part of it.
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