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Lara Sorensen
Fri Jan 27, 2006 16:32

"Grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window ..." Lara's guitar thrummed obediantly, a perfect counterpoint to her husky voice. "Dreaming of what could be and if I'd end up happy. I would pray," fingers caressed faithful strings. "Trying hard to reach out. But when I tried to speak out ... felt like no one could hear me."

Behind her, the band provided accompaniment; musical and vocal - there were two backup singers for the chorus, though they seemed a little more intent on making cow-eyes at the papparazzi seated in the front row. Good old Felix let them have a few minutes of camera worship before he gestured for the bouncers to escort each photog out, gently mind you to avoid any claims of brutality.

Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could break away

Lara could feel her own emotions teeter towards the runway leading to the edge; this song had been written in high school after her father had died. It was one she performed rarely, and so far had not included it on an album. Maybe in a few years, after the tenth anniversary of Eddie Sorensen's demise had passed, and they stopped showing footage of his concerts on MTV, with the subtitles Is he still alive? scrawled at the bottom. At times like those, she understood what Lisa Marie Presley went through. Not that she compared her father to Elvis. Ever.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.

Benny caught her eye at one of the front tables, slouched there like some half-giant hoodlum from Scandinavia. People filtered back and forth to his table, some were obviously friends ... others caused a little grimace that started above his eyes. Actually it was kind of cute. No, no. Pay attention to the song. Behave, wench! There was no sense in getting worked up over someone she'd just met. Hell, at any moment someone might crawl out from behind a huge camera and yet 'Cut!'. She even waited a couple seconds inbetween stanzas, but nothing happened. Back to the song ...

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
Take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away ...

Hands finally stilled against steel strings, muting the final notes. Her agent had just given the signal that her performance was over, which in turn meant last call would be sounded soon. Wow. Was it that close to one in the morning already? Suspiciously moist eyes searched for Jay, but the blonde had disappeared sometime during the last set with her now man-toy. Anyone who looked that nervous about approaching such a harmless looking woman had definately slept with her.

“Thanks everyone! Drive safe!” Well, it was the least she could do - promoting safety with vehicles after everything involving Eddie. Lara remained perched on her stool whilst the band filtered offstage, then climbed down and settled at the edge of the stage - armed with a bottled water. Oh, lovely water, how well I adore thee ...

She was barely aware of being hugged by Benny, he said something and she hummed in acknowledgement, but it was the best he'd get for about twenty minutes until the high wore off. Natural high, thanks, this music starlett didn't do any sort of illegal drug. And caffeine was legal, so that didn't count. Eventually she landed on her back, yawning mightily and staring up at the stage lights. It was nice. Felt like just the two of them alone in the world, which was a tingle-worthy thought, up on until ....

"Lara, honey, go hide. Coat-check just confirmed photogs got back in."

That was Felix, hissing from the interior entrance. The Cage, you see, had an outer lounge with a bar, where the VIP clientele gathered before heading to the second floor balcony. Swanky digs, she played in. Not that any of this was relevant as the singer scrambled to her feet, tugging Benny away from the piano. "Come on! You shouldn't be subjected to this shit." Oh look. She could swear like a normal person.

Lara led the way backstage and into a short hall that managed to hold about a gazillion doors, the first five of which were locked. Behind them, she could hear the bloodhounds on the scent - someone had found her half-empty water bottle. Fine. Turning to the right, she jiggled the sixth knob, one owned by a door that read Janitorial, and thankfully pushed it open before shoving the giant inside, following shortly thereafter.

It was a small closet. Barely big enough for a normal-sized man to turn around in, let alone one singer and her titanic boy-- er, friend. Benny opened his mouth to say something just as the paparazzi closed in on their section of the hallway and Lara didn't have time to whisper a warning. If he spoke, they would hear them -- the closet door was sturdy, sure but the space left much to be desired. So the singer silenced him as best she could, and figured she'd apologize later. Hands rising to cradle his cheeks, she stood on her tiptoes in order to ease his mouth towards hers and -whammo-.

"I .. think ... they're ..."

She muttered a long while later, chest pressed against his, her waist encirled by his arms. Actually, she was being pressed back against the wall, with her legs practically wrapped around his waist - but that wasn't the wierd part. No, what made the almost erotic tableau so odd was her lack of protestation. Somewhere between silencing the scoundrel before he gave away their location, and realizing she was in close proximity with Benny ... no, wait. Her brain still couldn't piece it together, mainly because they'd started kissing again.


Such a tame word for the groping lip-lock between two health twenty somethings. "Gone." He answered for her, shoulders heaving just as much as her own, which was a small balm to sooth the possibility of major embarassment. When she wriggled in an attempt to get away from the cold plaster, Benny pressed against her, his mouth silently demanding a response from hers ... but it lasted just a few seconds before ... less heated organs took control and carefully separated the couple.

"Ok. Well. That was something."

Oh yes. Tingle couldn't even describe her frazzled state of being. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't going to go any further either. Surely the jerks were long gone by now. Easing past him, hips brushing against another to create even more frissions of pleasure, Lara thrust open the door and strode away without a backward glance.

In her dreams. The door was locked. And no sound echoed from beyond it, save the faint strains of Jewel's Intuition.
"Oh, shit."

Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your Intuition
Is easy to find
Just follow your heart baby

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