6 - Flattery

~Pearl’s Point of View~

“What the hell did you say to him,” I snapped, as I latched onto Daphne’s arm.

I had just finished the closing number and I was fucking beat. I needed a hot tub and a steak but I’d be settling for a shower and a bag of chips probably.

“Depends, what happened,” I heard, clearly amused.

“Do you have my glasses,” I asked, out of breath and too tired to get into it.

“Of course blind beauty,” she said, as they were placed on my face.

I wanted to punch her but only sort of. Corey was pretty fucking talented with his tongue, and damn I needed it. But he was in Feisty for fuck’s safe what if he had STD’s??

“I think you got the best one but that Jude is devilishly handsome. Well, like I’d refuse any of them,” she said, licking her lips.

My face fell and I ran to the side of the stage and peeked out. My jaw fell as I realized the entirety of Feisty was front and center at my show.

The ENTIRE band.

The WHOLE BAND.

ALL OF THEM.

“They were all there the … en