March 4, 2055 Who: Wes and Cat What: Living the rockstar lifestyle Where: Backstage after Wes' show - Amsterdam When:Late....or is it early?
No matter how many times she’d seen him play over the years, no matter who else was up there on stage with him, Wes never ceased to amaze her. There were few things in life better than watching someone you cared about do what they love – and there was no doubt in her mind that there were few things he craved more than time under those lights. Sometimes it was strange for her to think that after all this time, she was still the girl waiting for him to finish his set, she was still the one there to cheer him on. They’d certainly had their moments together, been through the worst times and those moments that had been better than she’d ever dreamed, but it was nights like this that made all of that feel like it was light years away. Tonight was meant for letting lose and having fun, for enjoying one anothers' company.
Beyond the stage, the club was packed to the rafters with sweaty, writhing bodies just itching to rock out to what the band was throwing at them. From the moment Wes and his crew had taken the stage, they’d had the audience in the palm of their hands. The lights had dimmed above that sea of people, the air thick with smoke and a whole bevy of illegal substances, and everyone was looking to have a good time. Cat had been running a little bit late, having missed the first song of two of the night, but that tended to be the case when you had to make sure to out-dress every fine young thing that would be eying what was yours for the rest of the night. Besides, it was hard to stay on time when you had a young son to feed and find a babysitter for – something that being on tour all the time didn’t necessarily make easy. Thankfully things managed to come together, as they usually did, and by the time she got to the club, Cat hadn’t missed all that much. The crew knew her well enough by now that she was able to slip right in the back entrance of the club and not have to mess with the security guards watching the front of the place. Shrugging out of her jacket, she tossed it into Wes’ dressing room, running a hand through her hair to settle it into place as she headed out to somewhere she could actually get a glimpse of the stage.
“Hey Cat,” one of the roadies greeted her with a smile and a nod towards the private bar, “you want a drink?” The offer couldn’t have made her more grateful – it had been a long day, alcohol and rock music sounded like the perfect way to end it. “Tequila sounds amazing,” she moved to set her little bag aside, watching as he poured her a shot and slid it over. “How long have they been on?” “’Bout half an hour, didn’t miss too much. They should be breaking in a little bit, cool off before they finish up.” Cat nodded for a moment before raising the little glass to her lips, tossing back the liquor. “One more?” she flashed a smile, “Then I’ll go over and watch.” There was just enough space between the edge of the stage of the crowd could actually see and the curtain that hid everything else that she could get the perfect view of Wes as he played. Tossing back that second shot, she tossed a thankful wink to the roadie and headed over to take in the rest of their set; one of the other guys in the band had a steady girl, one that Cat had gotten to know along the tour route, and she was already in attendance, dancing her heart out a few feet away. “I think I might be crazy, but they sound better than last night,” she admitted with a laugh, yelling to be heard over the driving rhythm as Cat came to join her. “I think you’re right. They look amazing, too.” Even after all these years, her physical attraction to Wes had never faded. If anything, it had only grown. “How’s Felix? Get him settled?” “You know him,” Cat rolled her eyes with a smile, “wants to come watch his dad rock out, not hang with the lame babysitter.” The youngest of she and Wes’ little brood had certainly become a well-known fixture on the tour – he tended to make people notice him. He still had a few years before she was going to let him venture into most of the places the band played.
It wasn’t until the set broke for a few minutes, to give the band time to cool down, that the two women stopped their little back and forth. Leaning over, Cat grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler, offering it up to Wes as he made his way off stage. “Here, hot stuff,” she winked playfully.