Meant to Marry Me

Never had she imagined what it would be like to pull into a concert venue in a chartered bus. Bree and the rest of the band was sitting in luxury--well, as secondhand busses went, but it was still nice--their own team of roadies having loaded the equipment before they left the studio. They were on their way to play their first gig together, and even though it was just across town, it was still an awesome experience for her.

Trent was with her, which was great. She was glad she got to experience this with him. He looked more than a little uncomfortable as the rest of the group talked about guitar riffs, bridges, and fades, but that was okay. She didn't understand most of what he was talking about when he was going on about accounting either. He'd told her all about this woman he'd hired to run things at the new office when he wasn't there, and how she'd had so much knowledge about different accounting... things. Bree had smiled and nodded.

They chatted about the set list that Jordan had put together, and everyone was in agreement that they needed to come out and nail some of the older songs so they could get into the new ones and have the crowd already in it. "This'll be the largest venue I've ever played," Bree admitted. The auditorium they were going to seated five thousand. That was huge to her.

"Really?" Zach asked, racing his eyebrows. "You're in for a treat then, little mama."

He'd taken to calling her that the other day after he'd accused her of mothering everyone. He said he meant it as a compliment, but she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "What's the largest venue you've ever played at?" she asked him. "We opened for Charlotte Nights at the Viking Bowl last year," he said. "So... thirty thousand."

"Good grief," Cat said before Bree could comment. "That's a butt-ton of people."

"Yeah, but how many people were actually there? A lot of people come in late and only see the headliner," Dominic pointed out.

Zach flipped him the bird. "Most of them," he said. "We were making a name for ourselves at the time. It was right after 'Halo Lights' hit the charts."

"That was a pretty big hit," Chase noted. "That's really awesome, Zach."

"So this is like, nothing, to you?" Griffin asked, folding his arms.

“I didn't say that. No, it'll be a lot of fun. You guys are way cooler than my last band,"

"You're just sayin' that," Bree said, smacking him lightly on the arm. She realized as soon as she'd done it that Trent might not appreciate her touching him, but she'd grown close to her bandmates in the last few weeks.

If it bothered Trent, she couldn't tell. He was listening attentively without saying anything. She scooted slightly closer to him as a reminder to him--and maybe to her--that she was in a committed relationship--with him. "Yeah, you probably say that to all of your bands," Cat said, and they all chuckled.

"Nope, only to you guys," Zach assured them.

They continued to chat until the bus pulled into the parking lot, and Bree looked out the window to see the auditorium. A herd of butterflies began to fight in her stomach, but they were the good kind, the kind that reminded her she was alive. She'd get up there in front of those five thousand people and make sure when they left that night they'd had the time of their lives. And she'd have a hell of a good time doing it.