Ace's Fall Read Free

enough
time to shower and gather my thoughts before I have to sing in
front of a crowd of thousands.
    I’ve been surprised by our
turnouts since we’ve started touring. I thought we’d be lucky to
have fifty people, but I was completely wrong. I
guess I hadn’t realized how big our single had become. I saw it
rising in the charts every week, but it still felt
unreal. We always wait until the end of the set to play it, but the voices in the crowd rise at the opening
notes.
    It
feels pretty fucking amazing.
    People want to watch us
perform. They even freak out just to get something signed. It’s a
surreal feeling, but it’s also like nothing
I’ve ever experienced. When fans are around it makes all the
bullshit worth it.
    It’s when we’re not on tour that I’m
going to be worried.
    My partying has already increased, and
that’s while we’re here. How in the hell is it going to be when I
go back home to nothing? Maybe I’ll just have to move out of L.A.
and try Las Vegas like I’ve always wanted to.
    Bree’s probably going to flip her shit,
but I don’t care. She’s nothing but a good lay anyways. I already
have too much shit going on.
    She’s already tried to talk me into
flying her out here, but I always find an excuse for why she can’t
come. I want to break things off, but she’s been there for me since
the beginning, and I feel kind of like a douche for pushing her to
the side like that.
    It doesn’t stop me from getting ass
while we’re on tour. I’ve already lost count of how many one-night
stands I’ve had.
    And it’s only been three
months.
    Yeah, I’m going to have to man up and
break things off with Bree. She’s invested more in us than I ever
did or ever will. I’d probably feel worse about that if she hadn’t
changed so much since we made it big. I had never told her about
the inheritance I have from my parents, money always has a way of
bringing out the worst in people and I didn’t want to think that
she, as a friend, was like that. Almost the moment we signed that
record deal she’s been trying to get me to buy stuff for her every
chance she gets. She’ll text me pictures of things she wants and
she won’t even put a caption along with it like, “Hey, look at
this,” or even a goddamn smiley face. No, she expects the gifts at
this point. I guess that’s partly my fault since at first I had
bought her everything because I felt like shit about getting side
action. Not enough to stop, but enough to buy her whatever the hell
she wanted.
     
    ***
     
    We’re on the last day of
the tour and all of us are excited. We planned an all-day
party in the backstage area. Most of the bands are
participating.
    Spades has already
played so we’re hanging out at the picnic tables with a couple of
the other bands. Although this is the backstage area, there are a
lot of fans back here, most of whom are groupies.
    I typically scope them out before one
makes eye contact with me. Not just any kind of eye contact, I’m
looking for the “fuck me” eyes.
    I’ve had a few shots
already and smoked a joint so I’m feeling good. I only have to
peruse the room for ten minutes before I find the girl who I’ll be
taking back to the tour bus. As luck would have it, tonight is my
night with the big bed so I’m going to be much more comfortable
tonight than I’ve been with past lays .
    I found a good one tonight. She’s all
tan skin, long blond hair, and legs for days. She’s dressed in
daisy dukes and a shirt that bares her midriff. She begins to strut
over to me, and her belly ring glimmers in the light.
    She stops in front of me and bites her
full lip taking the sight of me in. “You’re the Ace of Spades,
right?”
    After a long tour, I’ve gotten used to
the recognition. “That would be me.” I stand and grab her hand to
bring up to my lips. I lay a soft kiss on the top and look at her
up through my lashes. I’m slightly bent at the waist with my head
hovering over her hand, but I’m still