“I don’t really care. What’s that?” She asked, pointing at a large poster that had a picture of Ashley splayed across it. I felt my heart jump and followed her over to the poster; relieved when there was a translation in English on the bottom of the poster. Ashley was playing a surprise show at some club. “Ooh, are we going?” Erica asked, turning to look at me while I was vehemently shaking my head ‘no’. “Yeah, we are.” She smirked, making me groan.

            “Why did you even fucking ask then?”

            “Because it’s fun,”

            “Why do I hang out with you?”

            “Because you have a big lesbo crush on me; it’s okay, I understand. Have you seen me lately? I’m sexy.” I busted out laughing as Erica did some sort of weird sex motion with her hands. 

            “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. My heart belongs to –“  I cut myself off, frowning at the name that was about to roll off of my tongue. Erica frowned but linked my arms and let me rest my head on her shoulder as we walked.

            A few hours later we walked into the club, I wasn’t sure how we got in; the place was packed out and the line outside stretched all the way around the building. It was hot and dimly lit in the place but we managed to get two seats at the bar and soon each had a bottle of water. Ashley was set to go on in ten minutes and I felt a wave of déjà vu as we found some seats up against the wall, just right of the stage. We were both turning down offers left in right in a tongue that we couldn’t really understand but when it came to sex language is universal. Hugh was fluent in Italian and he was supposed to have come to the club with us but he was wiped out from his fishing trip so we just let him sleep.

            “Are you okay?” Erica asked, when the lights hit the stage and Ashley came out, a large fake smile on her face and her guitar in hand. I just nodded, unable to take my eyes off of Ashley long enough to give a proper answer. She was so beautiful, it hurt to see her and not be able to touch her or kiss her or talk to her or just see her smile. I felt my heart speed up as her eyes quickly scanned the club, relieved and disappointed when she didn’t see me. I could see that she felt the same and it stirred something that I didn’t want to acknowledge within me.