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the far side of the room, her back against the wall wearing a figure-hugging
red, floor-length dress. Her dark hair and eyes stand out in contrast. She
looks like a Forties movie star, all curves and perfect poise, watching everyone
with a critical eye. She hates this place and she hates the people that are
here, that is clear to me straight away.
eyes away, even though Dave has picked up my guitar and shoved it back into my
hands, hissing, “play, you idiot.”
notice that I am being watched but not by her.
watch her and then he starts to move across the floor to get to her before I
can leave the stage. I am stuck like a rabbit in headlights, rooted to the spot
as I watch him clearly move towards her like he is proving he has ownership.
around her waist. I have to physically restrain myself from leaping off the
stage and punching him. That’s what I want to do, a deep urge burning inside
me. Jump from the stage, bop him on the nose, hopefully causing significant
blood loss, and then throw her over my shoulder and march her off with her
someplace. Someplace where I can kiss her and talk to her, in no particular
order. Then I may well ask her to marry me because I am pretty sure that I want
stage. I start to play my guitar instead but not the song the rest of the band
are expecting. Luckily it has a long intro so they are able to catch up.
twirls her onto the dance floor.
can clearly see an enormous diamond ring sitting on her left hand from my spot
quite a distance away on stage.
into the second verse my choice of song becomes even more appropriate.
taste in the back of my mouth. I am just in the middle of the chorus when they
take a turn and I catch a glimpse of her face.
completely different to live for.
staring far away in the distance, framed by a frown. She looks like she would
rather be anywhere then where she is right now. She looks lost, but on top of
that she looks lonely and I feel a bubble of something well up inside me,
something like joy. Joy at the fact that this guy holding her, who’s obviously
bought her the ring, has no idea what she is feeling. I don’t think he has
looked at her face once, not to read it the way that I am. This is good. It
means that if I can get to talk to her again then I can make sure my words are
the right ones, the ones to make her notice me, the ones to make her want to at
least talk to me. And, well, if that fails then I will just crinkle my freckles
at her, pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and march off with her hoping
for the best.
causing her sadness and by doing that I have a feeling she will save me.
Benjamin Chambers needs
saving, he just does not know it yet. Bored of his life of repetitive
gigs with a band going nowhere fast and one night stands with girls who
are only interested in his role as a lead singer, something has got to
change. It’s just what do you do when the only life you know involves
messing around with guitars and attempting to run away from any female
attention that comes your way.
Ben has a New Year’s resolution and
one that he is determined to keep, quit the band and get a life of his
own. Little does Ben realise that on his last night with his band Sound
Box he is going to meet a girl who will turn everything he knows upside
As Ben sets himself the challenge to find ‘The Girl’ again, he
may be about to learn that in an effort to rescue her, he himself will
be the one to be saved.
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