Read Everything I Want for Free Online Page B

silly hearing all the compliments and whistles from the guys until Tristan’s low, dark voice speaks up. “You look like Taylor Momsen.” I glance over to him. He is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. What an asshole! Right when I start opening my mouth to say something, I get cut off by Caleb.
    “What the fuck ever, man!” Caleb turns to me and says, “You’re smoking!” Tristan’s tendons in his arms and neck flex as he stands tall. Grabbing a beer from the table, he rolls his eyes. “She dresses the same as the kind of chicks you hook up with, so what’s the fucking difference?” Caleb turns back, speaking to Tristan.
    I know Tristan is a rock star, and it’s pretty obvious that he has hooked up with many women; but I can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy when Caleb said that. Why should I even care about the asshole? Damn beer for making me feel this way. Yes, I already had my six-pack of beer and this is how I get? Girly and shit?
    “All set?” We all look over to Jay, the photographer, and his assistant. He walks up to us explaining what ideas he has and is asking us our points of view on things.
    I’m leaning against this jacked-up sheet of metal with one leg propped up on it. My other leg is standing on some broken concrete that looks like someone took a jackhammer to it. Trying to keep my balance in these damn shoes while trying to look sexy is tough shit.
    Jay is kind of annoyed with me because I guess I’m not doing the poses right. I’m not some damn model; I’m a singer. He is even shorter than Lux, and he looks Sean Connery-ish. I see his assistant bouncing all over the place, from picking up cables to changing the lighting and moving some of these metal props around. He does a lot. I don’t know his name, but he’s a big guy like Roger and Tristan.
    “Okay. I want Sophia in the middle. Roger and Cory take to her right side. Yes, good. And Jared and Matt, go to her left. Okay, good. Now, Sophia, put your arms up on Roger’s and Jared’s shoulders but just your elbows. I want your forearms coming out and your wrists loose. Good. Okay. Now tilt your head back and up to the side a little. Bend your legs slightly.” I do as he tells me, having my chin up and my head slightly cocked to the side. I squint my eyes a little, trying to appear more badass or maybe sensual. Whatever way it comes out, I don’t really care.
    As Jay starts snapping, I take a quick glance with my eyes to Tristan. He’s now sitting in a chair leaned back with his arms still folded in front of him, but this time, I notice him watching me. Well, glaring coldly to be exact. But I have to admit it; I like the attention he’s giving me, even though he is an asshole. I like that he notices me. Just then, I have the urge to push my chest out a little more and move my head slowly to the other side.
    Getting my pictures taken like this and the Coors light in my system, really makes me feel powerful. Less than a week away, I will be performing onstage. And I can’t wait.

CHAPTER SIX
     
    I’m leaning against a cool cement wall. My left leg is propped up behind me. The fluorescents are very dim and flicker every so often. I hear the guys down the hall in the dressing room partying. I really should be in there with them, but I’m so fucking nervous right now. So I decided to wait out here in the hall and have some time to think to myself. I look down at what I’m wearing. I’m in my “stage clothes,” which consist of something that someone might wear in the bedroom privately or at a strip club, to be honest.
    I’m wearing a black and lilac strapless corset made of satin and lace with cheeky black and lilac hipsters on. I have on a black garter belt that’s attaching these sheer black thigh-high stockings; I’m also wearing five-inch, black open-toed pumps. My black silk robe is lying on the concrete floor next to me, so I bend down carefully to retrieve it. I put on the silk garment and tie it around