groupieisms.
Perhaps the smoke had gone to her head but Pamela had herself convinced that the bassist was practically singing to her. His gaze surely met hers, the eye contact held longer than she expected. This subtle attention was enough to send her heart thudding and her cheeks burning. Was he really acknowledging her existence? Out of all the girls surrounding her? The overactive imagination ran away with outlandish ideas, each one more improbable than the last. In such a short span of time, she had over-analyzed a brief encounter. Just be glad he even looked at you, Pamela.
Even with the occasional nudging and all around discomfort, she kept herself rooted in that spot. Not even the strongest shove could make her sway.. The busy crowd had little to no effect on her, not when she had her undivided attention focused solely on the band and their music. ( A little part of her hoped that those dark eyes would find her again, though. ) Eventually she stopped looking at the rest of the band, forgetting about them while she kept her eyes on the bassist.
It went without saying that she thought of him - whatever his name was - as cute. He seemed different from the typical boys she’d see at school. Maybe he’s older. The blooming crush on him soon became the driving force in her determination to meet them after the show. To some, it seemed like a silly motive but teenagers lived in a different world.
THE BAND FINISHED THE SHOW with a knock out original tune, one they found themselves performing particularly often in Germany during their forty-eight day stint in Hamburg, giving a curt bow before setting their instruments up & dismounting the stage to intermingle with whomever they chose or have a ciggie in one of the back rooms instead of the alley, a more … private setting. Eyes sifted through the gaggle of blondes he encountered on his way down, a confident pull at his lips, until he stumbled across the one that had caught his eyes in particular from the slightly risen stage. Young. Beautiful. Innocent & oh so susceptible to the ways of a charmer like himself, fresh from Hamburg and new to the business of success & the perks that came along with it.
“ I don’t believe we’ve yet th ’ pleasure ’a bein’ introduced, darlin’ – ’m PAUL, care t ’ join me f’r ‘a ciggie? Get away fr’m all th ’ hollerin’ & maybe go somewhere a bit more … intimate? ”