A Night in Bucarest: All Three in Me
Felicity Connelly
Copyright Felicity Connelly 2011
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A Night in Bucarest: All Three in Me
This week has been really good for me, fortunate and full of good events. And to think, it will be crowned with a Sunday when my favourite heavy metal band will be playing a gig in my city makes me want to jump for joy.
The hottest guys I could ever imagine are coming, with their passionate music full of guitar riffs and solos played by the sexiest axemen in the guitar world. Just watching, and listening to them play, gives me an eargasm -- a complete body meltdown. When I look at their hands moving on their guitars, they make me fantasize. I can't stop wondering if they could make a woman's body weep in the same way as their guitars do.
The dark-haired, muscular drummer gets a lot of my attention; he's so tall and awesome.
The only drawback is that the other half of The Dual Axe Attack had to back off from the band not long before their last world tour. A rumour has been going around that he broke an arm. It saddens me to think I won't see the blond-haired, blue-eyed Kevin, on the left side of the stage, playing his wild riffs.
But there's still nothing that can prevent me from going to see the gig. The band pulled in a replacement to fill Kevin's shoes until he heals; a young, talented American guitarist that is proving to be a good choice so far. He even looks similar to Kevin.
I'm already over the moon when Saturday approaches. My friends on Facebook have been adding to this mood as well; all of us have been working one another up, as the metal heads are looking forward to the gigs in their respective cities. I decide to treat myself to a nice evening out with my friends and we want to start with a tasty dinner in one of the many restaurants in Bucarest.
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The evening is going fine. Our dishes haven't yet arrived, but we are in flamboyant moods. We’ve already drunk almost a whole bottle of wine, and ordered another.
All of a sudden, I hear loud male laughter. It seems some new costumers are entering the restaurant. The table next to ours is free; one of the waiters leads the new guests to it. They are still laughing aloud and joking. I look over, gasp and freeze.
In an attack of awkwardness, I knock down my wine glass. Frantic, I try to prevent the wine from going down to my knees, as it spills.
The commotion at our table gets noticed. The sexy axeman, Raymond, as well as his bandmate Tom, the drummer, are looking right at me. I blush, embarassed. They smile and Raymond comments.
“Isn't it a waste to spill such excellent wine as they have here?”
I can barely think of how to answer. All witty remarks are gone from my head. I can just stare at his captivating smile as he hypnotizes me with his brown, cat-like eyes. I feel I'm getting lost in them; my pulse starts to race when one of my friends says, “She sometimes gets clumsy. And the wine is excellent indeed. We'll make her pay for that bottle.”
Raymond and Tom chuckle. The waiter comes, bringing them their menus, and cleans the mess I have made. My friends are looking at me, berating me for spilling the wine, with their eyes.
“Come on, what's happened to you? You haven't drunk that much yet,” Fiona says.
“Sshhhh, don't you understand? It's them,” I whisper, still a bit dazed.
“What them?” Maria doesn't understand. But she's not into metal music at all.
“God, be quiet!” I glance at them and see that Tom is still looking at me. I whisper, “they are my favourite band. The guys I've been talking about for some time... They are playing here on Sunday.”
“Oh yes, now I remember,” Fiona says, glancing at them while attempting to be discreet. “Well, I don't see any reason to get so excited.”
“Exactly! Couldn't you pick up somebody your age? These guys could each be your father.” Maria disapproves. “Though the one at the head of the table is passable. If it wasn't for the piercings in his lips, tattoos, and long hair -- I could fancy him.” She's talking of young Tom, Kevin's replacement.
I feel like bursting into hysterical laughter.
“Well, at least I won't have competition tonight. I would shag the two closest to me even on a porcupine,” I whisper. “How do I look?”
They look at me, scoffing and rolling their eyes.
“They are already staring at your boobs. They almost pop out of your top,” Fiona says.
“Good.” I smile, with as innocent an expression as I can muster. “I want them to trip over their own feet while they stare at my girls.”