ME AGAIN: Starting Over

CHRIS

CHRIS

What it was...

Nashville, 20 July 2013

I come out of the shower just in time to hear Sam say goodbye to the hot blonde he brought up to his room after the concert. They fooled around so much that, for a moment, it seemed I was playing games along with them.

The one I had went away after she took what she wanted and it’s better for me that way. Her thirst couldn’t be quenched and I didn’t believe I’d see dawn alive. This time, where she’d been, there was the stained and greasy box that carried spicy sausage pizza, eaten on the fly before we got going. Now, the smell turns my stomach.

I’m smiling because my arms are aching from training and even more when I’m thinking about how open-minded Nashville women have gotten these days.

Back when I was a simple boy from its industrial parts, there was a lot more in the way of modesty and a night of pure and simple s*x was only a dream. Anything goes and everything seems easy nowadays. There’s no logic to what they’re doing, they don’t have any objective beyond having fun and having that fun with me, Sam or with whoever so happens to have a name associated with something special, it makes no difference.

I’ve never had to struggle to get some girl into bed with me, indeed, I had to try and slip away with one or two of them, staying anonymous to stop the others getting mad at me, but I must admit that, with the passing of time, aesthetics have become a prevailing element amongst the candidates, to the detriment of their IQ.

God, how much of a jerk was I tonight! She’s had everything done, dammit, the problem is that even they are aware of it and there’s no way of first making a choice. I should get my friend in on this, that’s what I should do.

“Chris!”

“Just a second, buddy, I’m nekkid”.

“Open the door, c’mon!”

Sam’s insistence gets me curious. “What is it?”

“We gonna have breakfast?”

“s**t, Sam, you got room service, use it!”

“No can do, Miriam is still sleeping”.

“Who the f**k is Miriam?”

I look at him blushing.

“You’re such a f*****g jerk! Two? You nailed two of them together?” I say, laughing.

“Oh, buddy! You already broke away with the redhead, I couldn’t turn those sorry little eyes away alone, could I?”

“You get by being my friend, huh? Son of a b***h!” We’re laughing together because he knows I’m joking and that I love him like a brother. I have to say that, as the years have gone by, Sam has partly stolen my thunder as a s*x symbol.

While Louis and David are working almost in darkness, Sam never made a secret of his conquests as once we also shared a girl who wanted him with all her being. We wanted to try something new and we’d been drinking; she was ready for everything, even for spending the night with me. It was pleasurable and fun, but I wouldn’t go for it again.

“Hey, you saw that blondie who was about to jump on stage?”

“So what if I did? I was almost falling to earth when she grabbed me. I don’t know where the hell she ended up when the runway moved”.

“Well, that nice ass of hers is now on the Internet, you can look it up there,” he says in a coarse laugh, following the mental process of God-knows-who.

“We’ve gotta rethink the runway idea, now the girls are waiting for that moment and they’re preparing for it as if it were a security threat. They spring up all over the place and we run the risk of hurting somebody sooner or later”. He grins and even makes me laugh, but he’s right: we have to get rid of the moving runway.

“Let’s go eat. My stomach’s on fire. I have to jack it in with this hard liquor”.

“We should jack everything in, but we never will, you know that. That suits us. We’re young and free,” Sam speak-sings to me with that little fresh bastard voice of his.

“Speak for yourself. I put myself out there and you can swear on it that, as soon as we enter the restaurant, there’ll already be someone in position for a coupla shots and the whole shebang is starting to weigh me down some”.

“I know. Talk to Davon, he’ll take care of it”.

I move towards the window to peek through the drapes and, as expected, it’s already full of screaming girls in front of the entrance.

I soon throw up.

“I’ve had a change of mind. We’re going straight home. I’ve thought of a few lines and I wanna try and throw these chords out before Holly gets here”.

“Holly? You’re still f*****g that Virginia waitress?”

“What about it? Suits her fine, she knows I’m in town and decided to come see me”.

He’s looking at me menacingly and suspiciously. “You’re not selling it me. Is this serious? You never bang the same girl twice”.

“It’s something, period. At least it’s someone I don’t have to justify myself to for making love without thinking a load,” I coldly answer him, because I sure don’t want to explain to him that the kind of s*x I’ve been arranging with Molly is much different from the occasional post-concert quickie. It’s something more intense and dynamic, there’s participation, even though there’s no love. But, to me, that didn’t matter much.

“Okay, buddy, you know that you won’t have any trouble from me”.