Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

His knees buckled and he fell against the wall.  Babe, let me take this blindfold off.  You know how I love to watch,” he sighed heavily.

“No, not yet,” she mumbled around his organ.

His muscles began to tense as his body raced toward release.  His hands reached for her head, in an attempt to pull her tighter against his body.  When his fingers made contact, they disappeared into the depths of thick curls; not the long, straight tresses he was accustomed to.  His body froze.  One hand sprung to remove the blindfold, while the other hand pushed the girl away from between his legs.

“What the hell are you doing?” he screamed.  The bewildered face of the girl stared up at him from the floor.  He recognized her immediately but it didn’t diminish his anger.  “Jesus, Cherry!  How the fuck did you get in here?”

Her road name was Cherry Pie.  No one knew for sure what her real name was.  She had been around for as long as Thrust had been a band and seen more tours than all of the wives combined.  She barely stood five feet tall but was all woman with a thick head of walnut colored curls, dark chocolate eyes and a pair of double D breast implants.  She was no stranger to Michael, but now clearly wasn’t the time for shower-stall antics with her - especially with Annie right outside the door.

Michael shoved her out of the way and grabbed a towel.  “Who the fuck put you up to this?”

“Frank,” she answered quickly.

Michael knotted the towel around his hip.  “I should have known!” he shouted, as he collected Cherry’s discarded clothing.

“What are you doing?” she asked, taking her jeans and shirt back from Michael.

“You can’t stay in here!”

“Why not?” she asked, reaching to pull off his towel.  “I thought we could party in here before you have to go upstairs.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?  My girlfriend is right outside that door!”

“Jesus, Mike!  Calm down.  That never bothered you before!”

Outside the bathroom, Brian approached Annie and slid an arm around her waist.  “You look lost, Annie,” he said with a chuckle.  “Where did Mike run off to?”

“He’s taking a shower,” she replied.

“He’s in the shower?”

“Yes.  Why?”

The smile melted from Brian’s face.  “Ah, shit.”

“Is there a problem?” she asked.

“There will be in about thirty seconds,” he said.

Suddenly a commotion could be heard from inside the shower room.  Those closest to the door turned toward the noise.  It sounded like a caged animal trying to escape its confines.  Several of the crew began to laugh.  Annie turned to face Barbara, a sickening feeling began to churn in her stomach.

“Is someone in there with Michael?” she asked.

Barbara opened up her mouth to answer and reached for Annie’s arm to hold.  “That would be my guess.  The crew is known for playing practical jokes on each other the last night of every tour.  Judging by the way the roadies are laughing, I’m thinking Michael’s the butt of their joke this tour,” she said.

“Barb, why don’t you take Annie out in the hallway for a few minutes?” Brian suggested.

Then in a thunderous roar, the door to the bathroom flung open and rattled loudly as it bounced off the outside wall.  The female occupant spilled into the dressing room.  Wearing panties and naked from the waist up, she clutched the rest of her clothing against her breasts.

Michael stood in the doorway and held onto the knot of the towel at his hip.  “Not funny, Frank!” he screamed toward the stage crew and slammed the door behind him.

The roadies continued to laugh and Annie turned away.

“My God, I think I’m going to throw up,” she commented to Barbara and quickly fled the room.

Brian glanced at Barbara.  “Do you want to handle this or would you like me to?”

“I’ll go.  It will sound nicer coming from me,” Barbara answered.

Barbara followed Annie into the hall and slid a sisterly arm around her shoulders.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

Annie nodded and wiped the tears from her face.

“You know, Cherry really is a nice girl.  She’s been with the band for most of their careers,” Barbara said in a soft voice.

Annie bristled.  “You mean, you know that girl?”

“Oh, God!  Yes.”

“And her following the band around all those years doesn’t bother you?”

“Annie, I’ve seen some of the other groupies that have come and, thankfully, gone over the years.  Cherry is an angel compared to them.  If you ever get the chance to talk with her, I think you’ll agree.  She really is a nice girl.”

“That will never happen,” Annie shot back.

“Maybe not tonight but you will someday.  You may not like what Cherry and the others do, Annie, but groupies are a fact of life in this business.  When you start traveling with Michael on tour you will see what I mean.”

“How can you be so complacent about this?  It doesn’t bother you that Brian goes with them?”