Rock Star Escape Part 3/?
Rock Star Escape
Part 3/?
Summary: What was once a highly desired and sought after band has just quit the music industry, with major shocks along the way and all three former rock stars have their battles to deal with.
Chapter Summary: Checking into an interesting hotel... feeling horrible until an epiphany..
Shocked, walking over to the concierge I noticed eyes watching me from all parts of the room. They were just waiting for me to slip up, for me to do something wrong so they can feed their papers and magazines even more full of junk. Half of what was in them now was made up! The room was bright and cream shades danced around, but in my eyes it was dark. People leering was hardly what I could call light and bouncy, like the colour scheme. I deserved it though; I mean honestly, what did I expect? People to be welcoming and after what had happened, that was less than likely…
As I reached the desk, I found there was a young man behind the counter. He would’ve been around my age, no more than 20 anyway. His eyes were glued on my face, gasping as I came closer. He right away got the details in order to hire a room, he showed me the best they had, not that I deserved it. Looking at half the faces in the room, you could tell I didn’t.
“Erm, name please?” He asked shyly, although he knew what it was. I could feel a hint of Irish in his accent.
“Cyndii Voltt,” I replied quietly, hoping no one else had heard. Luckily, I don’t think they did. He just continued filling out forms and such as I was waiting there, conscious of the eyes boring into the back of my head. My nails hammering on the desk out of a nervous habit I had picked up off my band members. I peered down, my nails still a black, faded and almost scratched off polish.
“Excuse me,” he said. He was timid, almost too scared to talk to me and his accent really breaking through. I looked up at him, clearing my thoughts as he continued. “If you would like to take a seat over there I’ll just ask about the room being ready.” He said gesturing over to a ring of couches. Dark grey and modern, contrasting to the overall cream background of the room. They were occupied by a couple and a child, but still there was a single couch left. Just for me on my own. This brought back some memories. A couch almost identical to this one was what had held our band in an interview once. We had talked about our new album and how great recording it was. It wasn’t a lie though; it had been great recording it! Day after day in the studio trying to get it just right for our fans, so that at least they could enjoy it.
I slowly walked over to the couches, shaking the memory out of my mind, the room was still quiet and digesting my every move. I peered down whilst sitting; to my absolute horror the coffee table was full of magazines with our faces on it. It said it had a full size poster of us and had an inside story of our Wembley speech and no doubt an impression of what the author thought had happened. Too many of those, the truth should be enough. I could’ve sworn I heard the man who was serving me previous mumble a little ‘sorry’ before he walked off. At least there were some decent people. I mean, I was actually surprised somebody hadn’t walked over to my yet and demanded a logical reason, or my autograph. That would make a lot of money on eBay right now, I’m just saying…
After a few minutes of just sitting there looking at the floor and trying not to make eye contact with anybody, the timid man walked over, “Uhm, miss, your room is ready, here are the keys,” He paused, “And if you don’t mind, we’ll park your car under the hotel with all the other guests’ cars.” He winced at that last bit, he seemed like he was almost scared to offer such a thing. ‘With everyone elses’ cars’ seemed particularly difficult for him to say. I chuckled and answered him, giving him the keys and walking over to my bags.
“Oh, No, Miss, Leave them here,” He said, “A bellboy will gather those and bring them up shortly! Well, have a nice stay!” He said scurrying off, looking like a nervous wreck, poor fellow, having to deal with me right now of all times!
A few moments later I was in my room, in peace. I guess the positive of being alone was that you could just relax. But I didn’t want that right now, for once, I wanted my friends and the pals I had grown up with.
Letting my tears fall silently, I looked around the room. How had things gotten so stuffed up so quickly? Why did I let my life get like this! What had I done! I let me tears lull me to sleep, in more emotional pain than I had been since I was younger. When will this end! WHEN!
Bright colours surrounded the room, blotching the place until I was at Wembley. With a guitar in my hand, that wasn’t actually mine and band members that were drugged out wack jobs. Bright lights and confusion, until someone, possibly a techie, had told me I was on in five minutes. On what, was I performing? The next thing I know im being marched out onto the stadium, only to be booed off and beer bottles, glass and whatever the crowd could find, being thrown at me. One of the bottles hit me and I was brought back into reality.
I woke up in a fluster remembering the horrid dream I had just had, although I really didn’t want to. I glanced around the room looking for a clock, it was still dark and I couldn’t see a thing. My eyes hit the green glowing numbers on the digital clock face, 2.37. Great, what a time to wake up on a cold English morning. This whole stay at the hotel was a huge disaster and I was beginning to wish I had driven to the next town, but then again what difference would that make? Still the same horrid dream, still the same glaring faces and still a nervous young employee at the front desk. Oh well, it had to be expected I guess. I was going to hide myself from the world but, whats the point now, I couldn’t let this stop me. I had to be strong, I needed to stop wallowing in my sorrows and drowning them out with booze! Tomorrow I was going to be a new woman, Cyndii Voltt, how I had always been minus the fame! And with that I fell into a deep slumber.
Waking up in a strange bed was not unusual for me; normally I would get so drunk I wouldn’t even remember the hotel or how I got there. This time the room was bright, light trying to escape the wrath of the dull brown curtains in this outdated room. I decided to free the light and gasped when I saw how beautiful the morning was, I was ready to start my new life. Glancing around I was met with the same clock face as I was last night, 9.03. Shuddering as I remembered that dream. I decided to go get ready and have breakfast out in the dining hall, the most enthusiastic I had been in a long time! Throwing on some eccentric bright purple pants and a black singlet I went through my suitcase, chucking clothing everywhere in search of my silver Converse. I dug through the case and found Willows favourite pair of red skinny jeans. Resisting the urge to cry I dug further and came out with my Converse, my favourite pair of shoes was always a mood lifter. I just hoped there were no major fans in the hotel, I really couldn’t handle that right now, I really didn’t know what they would say to me let alone how I would reply. What if they asked me a really awkward question what could I possibly do? I couldn’t just walk off like I normally would…
'Try not to think about that Cyndii, everything will be fine'
I said to myself, straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin. Now for my trademark guitar pick necklace and some heavy makeup and I would be ready to dine!