Bobbi was a flute player and majorette in Mr. Kay's band. She had long lusted after Mr. Kay but knew he was married; she also suspected that he was getting it on with the new student teacher, Amy. Bobbi couldn't wait until her 18th birthday so that she could finally fulfill her every wish. She was going to have Mr. Kay "On the 50 yard-line" before she gradua...
Edited by CopperSkink November-19-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. Please read and abide the disclaimer from chapter 01. * CHAPTER 02 -Velvet Twilight. My mind was cloudy, my thoughts in turmoil concerning my relationship with Carol. The last thing...
This is my third installment on my first submission. I hope you enjoy. ********** Eddy, the owner of the glass supply store, was beaming as I handed over my credit card. In all, I felt pretty good about dropping only six grand to get me started. I had two weeks before I was going to take off for two week long classes in the upper northwest. I figured that...
*Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction any resemblance to specific people, places, &/or events is unintentional. * It was a Friday night and here I was -- getting ready to headline my first gig, ready to "pop the cherries" of the members that had never played gigs. We did sound check, moved our equipment and let the opening band setup, the typical stuff a...
I was in high school, he was in college. I was 18 and he was 27, which wouldn't have been awful outside of school, but he worked for our school. I was in front ensemble, and he was in charge of mentoring all the percussion students. Since camp started in August, I was attracted to him. He was cute, we had some things in common, and he was nice. I also like...
As I have stated in my past stories, those and this story are absolutely true. I have no need to exaggerate. Being a professional musician for 20 years had its perks. Probably the best time I ever had was the hotel road band I played in doing a Maine to Florida tour. While playing in the former Sheraton at Broadway and 56th, we played 6 nights a week, a mont...
As soon as we get inside the venue, you head to the ladies room to tidy up. Your blouse is untucked and ruffled, your skirt is creased where I had pushed it up around your waist. While you're away, I go to the bar and buy us some drinks. You come back just as my friend spots us from the stage. He gives a subtle wave and winks at me once he's seen you. He lo...
There were many other high school friends, guys and gals. These guys were not on the football team and the gals were not cheerleaders. One friend was Pat, an Italian kid like myself, he was from Grandview. Of my high school guy friends, Pat was the most involved, successfully involved, in the rock and roll music scene. Pat was a talented bass guitar player,...
******Note: This is based on a true story told to me by a friend. All names have been changed to keep the identity of my friend a secret. Emily was a young woman who was going to sing at a gig. She was nervous because she knew a magazine writer would be there to comment on the show. She wanted good publicity for the band she sang with. Before long she arr...
I like touring. Truly. Seeing new places, getting wasted with people I don't know, fucking groupies, it's brilliant. The thing is, I never realized before how much bloody work goes into making a tour happen. That's what bands have managers and such for, right? I know now. Christ. I shall refrain from banging on about the months between Colin's moment of ge...