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I’ve got. He’s my best friend and I overlook his issues. If a guy comes around worth fighting over I won’t let Cage stand in my way. But so far he hasn’t kept me from anyone I really want.”
    Trisha studied me a moment. She didn’t like my answer. I could see it on her face. “But if you don’t date around how will you know when the right one comes along?”
    I shrugged thinking about Marcus and pushing that thought immediately out of my mind. He was so not even close to my league. That was pointless to even fantasize about.
    “I’ll just know.”
    She shrugged and started to say something when the lights went down and the sound of Krit’s electric guitar squealed out sending the crowd into a frenzy of screams and cheers.
    “Here we go,” she replied smiling and turning her attention to the stage. Smoke had engulfed the stage. Krit stepped out of the smoke into the single spotlight as he made the chords on his guitar sing. His long blond hair was so similar in color to Trisha’s it made me think maybe hers wasn’t out of a bottle after all. Instead of pulling his hair back he let it fall down over his naked shoulders. Which was a trademark for Krit. He never wore a shirt on stage. The jeans he wore hung loosely on his hips giving the females and probably some of the males a thrill from the small peek of hip bone he flashed. His chest wasn’t as broad and muscular as Dewayne and Rock’s but he had lean muscle and a very obvious six pack that was covered on the right side by a coiled snake tattoo.
    The rest of the band stepped out of the smoke and Green’s voice joined the electric guitar. Green was Krit’s best friend and the bass player slash alternate singer in the group. Krit was the lead singer but Green could sing too and he got several songs in each set. Green almost looked like Krit’s dark headed twin. The same long hair in a dark brown. Except Green wore a shirt of tattoos. His entire chest and arms were covered in tats. Looking at Green one would never guess he was in his second year of law school. A girl to the right of me starting screaming his name along with a few rather colorful things she wanted to do to him after the show. Shaking my head to clear the mental images I so did not ask for, I glanced toward the back of the stage at the drummer, Matty. His bright orange hair stuck straight up. It wasn’t short either. The guy had to use a ton of hair product to get that stuff to stick up like he did. His chest was covered with a tight black t-shirt and although he was sitting behind the drums I knew his jeans would be just as tight. The boy liked his skinny jeans.
    “I can’t wait until he sees you down here,” Trisha squealed excitedly in my ear.
    I really just wanted to dance. Getting Krit’s attention was the last thing on my mind. I turned my attention toward, the keyboard player, Legend. He was a hairy guy. He had a full on beard which was weird for a twenty four year old guy but he was proud of his hair. His shaggy brown hair was just long enough to tuck behind his ears and his jeans hugged his hips tightly and hung low enough to show off his flat stomach where his tight Aerosmith t-shirt that could have been mine it was so small, didn’t meet his waist line.
    Krit’s voice joined in with Green and they began their most popular original song, “Aces”.
    Krit’s bright blue eyes, which I happened to know were enhanced by the help of contacts, found me. No one’s eyes were that electric blue. Cage had informed me of their false color when I’d first met Krit and commented on his eyes. Krit winked at me and licked his lips suggestively. I couldn’t help but laugh. The guy was outrageous. Not my type at all but very entertaining. His naked chest wasn’t hard to look at either.
    “I knew he’d love having you up close,” Trisha yelled over the music. Smiling I let my body move to the music.
    After several songs and several dance partners, I made my way back through the crowd