Chapter 3
Chapter three
Blake
Icouldn't stop grinning. Finally, after years of following them, I was finally going to see my favorite band. The Mistakes. I was obsessed with them and basically stalked the lead singer, Malvor.
The Mistakes were a band of masked men who kept their identity secret by wearing horror movie character masks.
The drummer wore a Freddy mask. The bassist wore a Jason mask and was the second ever bassist of the group.
I'm not exactly sure what happened to the original one.
Then, there was the lead guitarist with a Michael mask.
There used to be a ghost face at the start of the band, but he had left before the first album.
Lastly, the lead singer wore a purge mask with X's over his eyes and told people to call him Malvor.
I discovered them early on, on Vidtube, but they never came close to Georgia before tonight. Tonight, they were in Atlanta, and they were mine.
Giving a little squeal and a hop, I gave myself one more look over in the mirror.
My fishnets hugged my thighs perfectly. Not too tight or too loose, and my pleather shorts hugged my ass.
I had to keep checking that it didn't show too much of my cheeks.
I wanted to show off, which I never did.
But on the off chance I got noticed by Malvor…
who was I kidding? Notice me? I wasn't pretty enough and was too big for him to have any interest. No.
Those weren't my thoughts; they were my ex's–Ben.
He always talked to me like that to try and keep me attached to him.
He was wrong; I was gorgeous, with long legs, stunning hair, curves, and a big rack.
I grinned and nodded, fixing my hot pink crop top, and grabbed my keys before heading out.
***
There were so many people here tonight. It was amazing to see everyone supporting The Mistakes. They deserved to be worshiped. Tonight was going to be the best night of my life.
I made my way to VIP at the front. I wanted to be in the first row to see them the best so of course I splurged on VIP tickets.
My hair bounced behind me as I walked, looking around as they set up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw one of the security guards.
Tall, taller than even Malvor, with red hair and the prettiest dusting of freckles I'd ever seen on a man.
Not to mention the most gorgeous set of jade green eyes.
His tattoos made him look menacing. Like he could do some damage.
One arm was a full black out tattoo and the other was a sleeve of what looked like mythology themes?
I recognized a horse and a rider with an old-style Greek or roman helmet and there was a bird peeking out under his shirt sleeve.
On each hand he had vines that wrapped around his thumb and first finger.
I couldn't help but wonder how they would look around my throat.
There was something about him that made the world stop.
I swallowed and looked away. If I talked to him, he'd probably think I was trying to get to the band. In truth, I was afraid to try. My fiancé had left after a nasty fight. He’d been fed up with me and how I looked.
Three years of him to just vanish, no calls, no text.
He was just… gone. I was scared of being rejected.
To get close to someone again so that they can be gone the next second without a trace.
Swallowing hard, I walked over, our eyes connecting.
His expression had a bit of shock in it as I walked up.
Did I look that bad? Tucking my hair behind my ear nervously, I said the only thing I could think of.
“Hello.” He gave a small smile, letting out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “Hello.”
“Nice, uh… nice weather tonight.” Someone shoot me.
“Weather? Hm, yeah. I guess.” He nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a grin.
“Too bad you won’t be able to see the stars… you know… lights?” I gave a nervous laugh and bit my lip as I motioned with my hand towards the sky.
“I don’t think anyone will notice. Too busy watching the show. Honestly, though, I think I'd rather watch you.” He said, sticking out his hand. “Ethan, but my friends call me E.” He winked.
My face flushed, and I hesitated before giving him my hand. “Blake.” I swallowed. “It’s nice to meet you, Blake. Fan of the band?”
I nodded like a bobblehead, painfully aware that I was still holding his hand. “Huge, since the early days. Did you know they used to have a different bassist?” I blurted.
“You know all that huh? Superfan?” He grinned, squeezing my hand.
“I promise I'm not talking to you to get backstage! I just uh… um.”
“Relax Blake. I don’t think that at all.” He chuckled. “I’d like to hear why you're talking to me, though.” He winked again.
I was a puddle in his hand. “Well, you know… they say make friends with security, and they help if something happens.”
“Blake, I would give my life for you.”
Something about the way he said it and the heavy look in his eyes had me believing him. Even though we had just met, I knew full well that this man would do anything for me.