Drummer Girl

"We're cool, shows at 9." Sully's voice resonated out of all the speakers, the band dispersing in all different directions.

Emma picked up her towel and wiped the sweat on her face away. She looked over to see Trent walking over.

"You want to find a pretzel or whatever with me?" Trent asked as he, too, wiped sweat off of his face with a towel.

"I really have to pee but after, yeah." She got up from the drums and bee-lined for the bathrooms. "I'll meet ya back here in a sec."

"K." Trent finished the bottle of water he was drinking and set it down on the drum riser.

Brett walked over with another bottle of water for Trent. "Hey, this is the last night man. I'm excited."

Trent took the water and nodded. "Yeah. It'll be nice to wander around the town for a couple days."

"I can't wait." He leaned up against the drum riser next to Trent. "I think Anna's coming tomorrow, she'll be hanging out the rest of the tour."

Anna was Brett's lady-friend.

"Cool. Haven't seen her in a while." Trent opened the second bottle of water and took a few gulps.

"I guess she was talking to Emma and decided she wanted to come here to hang out with her." Brett laughed. "Emma get's all the ladies to come hang out with us."

Trent laughed. They made a lot of lesbian joke's at Emma's expense only because it was sorta true. She always had the ladies on her, lesbian or not.

"Thing's going alright though?" Brett asked Trent.

Trent nodded. "Yeah, things are good."

"Awesome. Well then, I'll catch ya later." Brett patted Trent on the back and headed out and about.

Emma came dashing back to Trent. "Okay! What'd you want?"

"I'm really hungry." He answered.

"Well I think they have the backstage lunch setup about now... it's 1 o'clock." She looked at Trent's watch from where she was standing, causing her to tilt her head awkwardly and amusingly. "They might have enchilada's or something?"

"Your very smart, let's go see." He nodded and the two headed to the band hang out area.

They walked into the food tent to see three rows of tables with a shit-ton of food piled on them.

"Wow." Emma spoke. "I wish I didn't have that hot dog now."

She wandered over to some potato salad and spinach dip, gandering but controlling herself.

Trent noticed the dip as well and grabbed a plate for himself.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Josh from Queens of the Stone Age was finishing a sandwich.

"Food, you?" Trent continued to pile food onto his plate, macaroni something being his target at the moment.

Josh nodded as he chewed the mouthful of sandwich.

Some crew and other band members were about the tent, mostly grabbing snacks to munch on to pass time.

"Hey Trent, they have these things you like I think." Emma pointed out little queche's.

He did like queche. "Ooh, nice." He walked over.

Emma saw Josh and smiled. "Hey Josh."

"Hello Emma. You headed to London-town tonight?" He leaned up against the table she was standing next too, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes sir. I am sooo excited to sleep in a bed." She smiled. "Are you guys?"

"Nah, we're flying out tomorrow morning back to the states for the tour. We're playing in Texas on Tuesday." He nodded.

Emma nodded back. "Very nice."

"So tired though... anyways, I'll catch you guys later. Don't take off without saying goodbye yeah?" He pat Emma on the shoulder and headed out.

"Okay, see ya." Emma smiled.

Josh pat Trent on the back as he headed out, Trent giving him a smile.

Emma looked at Trent's plate to see it covered in junk. "You don't normally eat this much bad food, haha."

"It's the last day, I'll just run a little longer tonight." He shoveled some of the macaroni-whatever into his mouth as he justified the food with exercise and smiled. "This is pretty good."

"Haha, yeah." She smiled and the two headed out back to the bus.

Trent looked at Emma walking ahead of him. He watched her grab a bottle of water out of the ice bucket by the door/opening before they left the tent.

He was looking at her legs. Her calves didn't bow, but they were curved slightly in from her knees down to her ankles. Her jeans bunched a tad at her ankles, covering the tops of her shoes. Trent let his eyes drift up her calves to her thighs, then to her butt. He could see her cellphone portruding out of her left back pocket slightly, her belt buckled in the back. She was wearing a dark green belt, hugging her hips and exsentuating them as they swayed with each step she took. She was in a white Bad Religion t-shirt, her dark colored bra slightly showing through. He caught sight of the tattoo on her left arm, multiple bands of black swirling from her elbow all around her arm. Her hair was black and down around her shoulders, ending right at the tops of her shoulder blades, coming down in a V to the center of them. He chewed another bite of macaroni goodness as he drifted back down to her hips...

Emma's phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached to pull it out of her pocket to see what it was. She smiled as she answered it.

"Hi Matt." She greeted the phone call happily.

Trent didn't know a Matt. He was curious as to who she was talking too, it being a man making him secretly jealous.

This thought made Trent scoff at himself in his head. He shook it away with more scoops of food into his mouth.

"I'm just hanging out with Trent." Emma spoke.

There was a pause of her phone conversation. Then he could see her smile from the side, obviously at something being said on the other line.

They reached the doors of the bus and Emma moved to let Trent go into the bus.

"We're not going on till about 9PM." Emma spoke to Matt. "Yeah. Yeah then we're heading to London for a break before we start the European dates." She looked up at Trent going up the bus steps.

She watched him through the window of the bus as he set his plate down on the table and stretched. He reached his arms up over his head and leaned to the left, then the right.

Emma blinked as she focused in on his arms. Trent had been working out a lot on this tour, dealing with stress and other issues of his past with lifting weights and exercise. She liked the contoure of muscle on his forearms, definitive and toned. She wasn't one for muscles, but to her he just exuded an aura of sexualness with his muscular frame.

"Emma?" Matt repeated her name over the phone. "Hello?"

"Sorry, what?" She flushed at the obviousness of her gawking and returned to her phone call. "What'd you say?"

"Nothing I guess, haha. What're you doing?" He asked her.

Emma wasn't going to tell him she was drooling over Trent's arms. "I zoned out, sorry. There's a lot going on here right now."

"Aw alright. Well I was just calling to chat, but I'll talk to you later?" Matt said.

"Suresure. I'll call you later Matt. Bye." Emma closed her phone and sighed.

'I need to get my head back on straight.' She told herself mentally. She shoved her phone back into her pocket and climbed up into the bus.