Kalebs attention snapped to the two behind him. Elijah was helping Rob bring in the remaining of the drum set while Kaleb led the way with his amp and bass. Greco had already went in to speak with someone part of the event staff leaving Kaleb stuck with dumb and dumber.
"You think you girls can stop bitching at each other for just ten minutes for once?" Kaleb scoffed, his eyes quickly scanning the bar they had entered. Micks wasn't an unfamiliar bar to the band, they had spent many Friday nights at the very same place getting smashed off beers and too strong drinks. Scantily clad curvy frames piled along the bar, long tresses being toyed with seductively and smooth tanned legs crossed elegantly. Perhaps Kaycee had a reason to mistrust him.
He could still hear the two behind him bicker in hushed whispers, like siblings who had been yelled at by their parent. Chuckling to himself, Kaleb averted his eyes to the ground before him as he went to the stage to set up his equipment, choosing to ignore his band mates.
The bar was filling up slowly but surely, every time Kaleb would peek up it was as if the crowd had multiplied. Some people had already gathered on the dance floor, drinks in hand as a salute to the DJ. As he bent over his speakers to adjust his feedback, a hand clasped his shoulder with familiarity.
Kaleb stood to meet his own dark eyes with the emerald iris' of Greco, the leading vocals of Shevvery. "We're on in ten, go loosen up a bit before we get started." He said as he gestured to the bar where Rob and Elijah had already made it too, obviously trying to flirt with the blonde on the other side of the bar. Nodding with amusement, Kaleb carefully set down his guitar as Greco pulled together the tiny details that he always seemed to do so well. When Kaleb met Greco a year back, he would have never thought he would grow to admire the guy so much. The man had been through hell and back several times and still gets hit with more shit and stands sturdy as the wall of China.
"Sorry gorgeous, are these boys bothering you?" Kaleb asked as he draped his arms over the shoulders of either man, pulling them close to him, their reactions almost comical, and their words conflicting one another making both of their sentences garbled. Bemused, Kaleb made eye contact with the petite bartender, smirking handsomely. "Could I just bother you with a bud? Promise you won't hear from me again until I need a refill." He winked playfully as Elijah and Rob rolled from beneath him grumbling with disappointment as they walked away.
As he glanced over his shoulder, a certain dark figure at the bar struck a memory within him. "Spitz?" He asked himself, only able to remember the name for it being so fitting as to what Kaleb wanted to do to the then younger drug dealer. His skin tone had darkened perhaps a little, most likely due to summer, and his then lithe shape had grown slightly - but there was no denying the familiar face. He remembered when all he had wanted to do was bash it in.
The bar tenders pretty little voice brought him back, taking a dazed expression as he looked back to the girl. "Sorry babe, was in my own little world." He said as he took the beer, lacking the enthusiasm he had formerly manifested. "Could you start a tab for me and the rest of my boys? Here's my card." He said as he handed her the tiny bit of plastic. Some how that card made him feel so legit, like he was finally on the same level as everyone else instead of finding jobs on Craigslist just to get by. However seeing Spitz made him feel back at square one.
He considered it fate that he had seen Spitz when he would think about it all later that night, it had prepared him for the true shocker.
Just as his beer passed his lips, an unmistakable voice cut through the speakers, stabbing his chest like a knife. Mouth agape and beer hoisted, slowly Kaleb turned to take the stage where the light was shining down on none other than Jaylene Sullivan. If he hadn't tightened his grip, Kaleb was sure he would've instead have dropped his beer and perhaps caused a scene. However everything was still.
There standing before him was the girl he had ever shown his dark side too, the only person in the world who truly knew
the wild card that used to be Kaleb Dean Sivaj, and she was squeezed into some high brand clothes and hair perfectly manicured so not a hair was out of place. The Jaylene he remembered was effortless, she could walk into a room and not give a fuck - tie up her hair in a messy bun and walk around in a t shirt and still win a beauty pageant. She looked so different he almost wasn't sure if it was her, but he could never forget that voice as she whispered against his chest that last morning they shared.
Over the years he had tried to forget, when he and Summer were still traveling together Summer would never stop whining how she missed Jaylene, "Sodapop". Every time Kaleb would only respond with anger or irritation. However Summer was gone, and sadly most likely dead from overdosing, and here was Jaylene but curvier and more polished than ever.
Her words were lost to him, and he began pinching himself, sure he had fallen into a dream. She was like an Angel framed in the light, and once she exited the stage he felt his body jerk, as if he wanted to go to her. Sucking in a breath, Kaleb pressed himself into the bar as if he could make himself invisible and act like nothing had ever happened. There was no excuse for her leaving the way she did, abruptly and without warning. She had left him the one and only time he needed her, and there was no way he could forgive her for that. Ever.
He got up to leave, beer in hand as he went to the front doors, desperate to escape. Another familiar voice stopped him. "Hello, I'm Greco. We are Shevvery, here to hang out, play some music...indulge in some recreational products." Subtle laughter could be heard as the charming man behind the mic winked casually. Then across the bar, somehow, Greco made eye contact with Kaleb. "I just need my bass man up here so we can start the show, everyone lets call Kale the male to the stage." Once again there was laughter, and as Kaleb battled to choose from running out or just performing and getting the hell out, the spotlight made the choice for him.
The light almost blinded him as it shined onto him, making him the focus of the whole club as some began to chant 'Kale the male' foolishly. It wasn't hard at that point to link with the very pair of green eyes he had been trying to avoid. Praying that she couldn't tell that he had locked eyes with her, Kaleb pulled his glasses from his hair, slipping them on casually. Attempting to seem unphased, Kaleb thrusted his fist into the air with enthusiasm as the crowd cheered, parting around him as he approached the stage.
Taking his bass, Kaleb got situated in front of his mic, trying to seem natural as he smiled to Greco and Elijah beside him. Confused, both men looked at one another, sure that something wasn't right with their friend. Acting as if he hadn't noticed, Kaleb stepped up to his mic clearing his throat before speaking. "Thanks guys. Happy to be here with you. Lets get this party started, huh?!" Once again the sheep before him bleeped as they jumped with much gusto.
Greco took his spot up front, nodding to the others to set them all in time, cuing their opening song perfectly. Everything was going so smoothly, yet Kaleb couldn't untie the knot that had gathered in the pit of his stomach from those penetrating green eyes.