Backstage Pass

"Lesley. It's your daddy." a voice called out. I rubbed my itchy eyes and grabbed the phone. I had a long night with Billie. We spent half the night talking and the other half making out.

"Yellow?"

"Hey sweetheart!"

"Hi daddy."

"So, what did you do last night after work?"

"Oh, just hung out with some of the crew."

"Your not kidding. I heard you've got a new boyfriend."

I had no clue that he could find that out. Someone had to of been spying on me. I prayed that he didn't know who it was. There was no way if he knew who it was he would just roll over and allow it.

"Not exactly a boyfriend."

"I heard that your 'not exactly' boyfriend is the lead singer of that punk band."

"Green Day."

"Whatever the hell their called."

"We aren't dating we just hung out."

"Your living in his bus now. That's more than hanging out."

"Well so what if I'm spending time with him? Why does it matter?"

"It matters because no daughter of mine is going to date some no good, rock star."

"He's not some no good, rock star. He's a really nice guy."

"I don't care your not going to date him. Did you have sex?"

"No!"

My mind was playing tricks on me and telling me I wish I had sex with him. I pictured the images of what it would be like. I smiled. You know it's a good daydream if it can make you smile in the middle of an argument with your dad.

"Don't lie to me Lesley."

"I'm not. I swear we didn't do anything."

"I don't want you spending anymore time with him."

"What are you going to do if I keep spending time with him?"

"I'll disown you."

"I'm twenty-four dad."

"Just don't test me alright. I've lost all my patience with you. First the clothes, then the hair, then the piercings. Don't add this to it."

"I have to go dad. I have to set up the stage."

"Don't disappoint me again."

"Bye dad!"


I hung up the phone and stormed off. I tore open the boxes instead of just gently opening them. I threw the wires to the guitar techs. Billie walked over to me gripping a styrofoam container of coffee. He started taking small sips from it while putting an arm around my shoulders.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked sounding concerned.

I became flustered and stammered "I just, I don't know." I sighed and Billie leaned in and started to kiss me.

"Eh, I don't think that's such a good idea."

I placed my hand over his soft lips and took a step back. I bit my lip and became terrified of his reaction to my dads stern words.

"Someone here has been telling my dad about what I do here."

"Uh-huh..."

"And...they told him about us."

"So..."

"So, he's upset."

"Why? Your fucking twenty-four. What right does he have to tell you who to date?"

"I just think maybe we should keep this to ourselves. At least till the tours over and I don't have someone spying on me."

"Does that mean your going on the crew busses again."

"I guess so."

"Well, whatever the hell it takes to be with you is fine with me. How about.."

Billie looked around to make sure no one would hear him.

"We sneak out late at night.Were staying here for a couple days. We've got time"

"Ok, how about we sneak out at three...four..hell five a.m.."

"Five that's good. No one is ever up then. Come to my room. No, aren't you friends with your roommate?"

"Liz? Yeah."

"She wouldn't rat you out to your dad right?"

"No, she hates my dad."

"Well..get her out at five. I'll go to your room. What's room number?"

"452."

"Fourth floor right?"

"Yeah that's fourth floor, room 52. How long should I tell her to leave for?"

"A couple hours, maybe three. No one ever gets up early here."

"Right, see you then I guess."


The hours took too long. They felt like years. I worked extra hard because of the sheer excitement of seeing Billie that night. Finally it was five. I kept fidgeting with my hair. Then there was a knock on the door. I jumped up and answered it.


"Billie" I squealed in a soft whisper as I hugged him. I felt a tight squeeze back. Then a kiss on my left cheek. His lips were moist and gentle. I jokingly pushed him into my room. He pulled my arm and dragged me into his arms.


"I hate this." he said bitterly.

"Hate what?"

"Having to hide this."

"oh shush. It'll be over soon."

"Yet not soon enough."

"Oh god, should I put the porn on?"

"I told you only the guys get that."

"You put it on yesterday! I'm a girl."

"I know. That's why I turned it off you genius you!"

I jumped onto the bed and under the covers. I huddled under them and was rubbing my arms to warm them. I kept the air conditioner on full blast because they turned off the air conditioner in the middle of the night. It would make you sweat at night. They had only just turned it back on so I made it as cold as I possibly could.


"Its fucking cold in here." Billie said as he jumped in after me. "I have an idea."

"Ooo what is it Billie? What is it?"

"Truth or dare."

"Um...there's only two people in here and truth or dare isn't fun with two people."

"It can be trust me. I get to start since it was my idea."

"Fine." I wasn't too amused by it so far. I felt it was immature and childish. But I was willing to give him a chance. Billie isn't boring so I thought it might get interesting.

"Truth or dare Lesley."

"Truth."

"Pussy. Only picking truth. Am I a good kisser?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck yeah!"

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth. I'm gonna be a pussy till your not a pussy."

"Hahaha...ok, how many times a day do you masturbate?"

"Oh, lets see. I'd say twice sometimes more."

"Pervert."

"You'd see me as more of one if you knew that for the past 5 weeks or so I've only thought of you when I've done it."

"Ok.." It was a little creepy. Flattering but creepy.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth just to piss you off."

"Your so sweet. Erm..do I make you horny?"

"What?"

"You know. Do I get your private parts all A. Wet or B. Hard? Depending on the part of course."

"I umm..do I have to be honest?" My heart began to race, my face was flushed, and my mind was screaming.

"Yep."

"I suppose you do sometimes.."

"Why not all the time??" He seemed upset and kind of pissed off.

"You do I just lied."

"I know I am an aphrodisiac!"

"Shut up! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do ya think I'm sexy? And ya want my body c'mon sugar let me know!"

"Yes Mr. Rod Stewart I do think your sexy."

"How can you not.It's mother fucking Rod Stewart!"

"You think he's hot??"

"No, I was kidding!"

"Good, thank god. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Finally! Thank you. Let me fuck you."

"Haha..your funny."

"I'm serious."

"No your not."

"Yes I am."

"Well, uh, that's a good joke! What's the real dare."

"I swear I'm not kidding. I want to."

"How much did you have to drink before you came here?"

"I'm not drunk. I want you Lesley. It's fine if you don't want me."

"I want you." I mumbled.


I was stunned and nervous. A bead of sweat fell down my face. "Did I really just tell this guy I barely know that I want him?" I asked myself mentally. I shivered and kept questioning my own sanity. I looked up at him as he starred at me. He looked so cute sitting there across the bed from me. His hands were shaking and unsteady. His tongue ran along his pale pink lips as if he already knew my answer to his next question.


"Are you accepting the dare?"

"God Lesley, your crazy for this....yes."