Making the Band, part 1

Warning: This post is long, self-important, and drama filled. You’ve been warned.

I’m happy to report that this has nothing to do with the Patriot. Round of applause, please. I figured most of you thought it was about him when I mentioned needing you to set me straight…

This posting is in fact about a gentleman I’ve never blogged about before. And to be honest, I never had a reason to. Nothing ever happened between us past the initial, “Hi, thanks for coming out. Nice to meet you.” I should probably mention that he’s a musician that frequently performs at my local hangout. I’d seen him occasionally over the past year, before he finally came over and introduced himself. No big. That initial introduction was last September.

Last week, a few girlfriends and I met at the above-mentioned locale for a drink or three. Music Man just happened to be playing that night. My friends all know that I have a huge, HUGE crush on this guy. It’s kinda lame actually. Anyway, I was ultra-cool – just sat at the bar with my girls and had drinks and laughs. Politely clapping at the end of each song, but not really paying attention.

This is when things start to get interesting. After the first set is over, the Music Man sauntered over to say hi. I politely harassed him and informed him that we have indeed met before; to which he replied, “I remember you, but I can’t recall your name.”

So, of course, I acted offended and turned to page 24 of the “How to be Cute & Flirt” guidebook, which prompted me to respond with: “No worries. I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me…”

And he did. He dedicated the entire next set to me. Awwwww. My friends and I continued our girlfest at the bar, slightly aware of the Music Man the whole time, but still not really giving him any attention.

During the Glam-dedicated set, my two friends bailed on me – one was sick; one had to be up at the crack of dawn for a trip… I really should’ve left with them, but I was determined to stay and see what would happen. Plus, I wasn’t quite ready to drive yet because I had three glasses of wine…

I quickly switched to coffee and chatted up the bartender, when I realized the Glam-dedicated set had ended. I turned around when someone quietly asked me if anyone was sitting in the seat next to me, fully expecting to see Music Man, but no, it was the drummer!

He introduced himself and started a casual conversation with me about this and that as he sipped his coffee. He’s calm. He’s polite. He’s chill. He’s HOT. I’m not fazed in the slightest. Usually, this is the part where I turn into an idiot. But I had my eyes on the prize… how in the world could I land the Music Man if I was hanging all over his drummer??
In the middle of cup of Java #3, Music Man came back over and joined us. Drummer Boy attempted to introduce me as a “really cool girl he just met”, but the Music Man interrupted explaining that we already “know” each other.

The next few hours aren’t really relevant -- The Music Man’s appearance is sporadic – he’s mingling, he’s smoking, etc. But the Drummer Boy never leaves my side during the set breaks. I had been ordering coffee for him towards the end of every set and he would come back over and hang with me during the break.

Two a.m. rolls around and it’s time to close up shop. That’s when it dawned on me that I’m still at the freakin’ bar. What the hell am I still doing at a bar alone at 2 a.m.?? I say my goodbyes to everyone and head for the exit. I had barely reached my car when the Music Man came bursting through the door to say “goodbye.”

All the voices in my head, screaming for me to leave with my dignity, are silenced by an insanely hot makeout session.

I wish I could say that I was fully enjoying it, but in the back of my head the good girl voices were telling me, “don’t be that girl – the groupie…” And honestly, I’m not & I wasn’t that girl, but I really wish I would’ve left right then. Perhaps with a coy goodbye, brief kiss & a phone number exchange, the night would’ve ended on a good note. But it didn’t…

Stay tuned. Part two is scheduled to publish this evening…