How To Sing - Feisty Series (3 of 5)

~Pearl’s Point of View~~Thirty-Three Days Ago~“I’m flying to LA to get married then we’re moving into a little place we got,” I bragged, a stupid grin plastered to my face.“Yeah you might have mentioned that once or twice,” the guy next to me said.“Oh, sorry. Just excited, kind of been planning it for a long time. That’s me! I’m a planner,” I said, stretching out the little I could since the row was crowded and tight. I was only 5’2 but I still liked my space.Of course I would get a middle seat between two guys that looked like freakin’ lumberjacks. But it doesn’t matter! In a few hours I’m going to try on my wedding dress for the first time, she better have it right since I gave her EXACT measurements, and I’ll be touring the venue and settling into our apartment.I mindlessly hummed “California Love” to myself. I was pretty disappointed that Devin, my fiance, couldn't make it on the flight with me. He was wrapping things up with his job before he transferred to LA. “My boyfrie

~Pearl’s Point of View~ Fuck I have no time, I knew they’d run late. I gotta find a better place than this shithole. In time Pearl, in time. I tossed one of my guitar cases over my shoulder and yanked the handle of the other. The crowd was way too drunk and getting out of hand. I looked at my phone quickly, shit! Gonna be late! Daphne will kill me. My eyes panicked, looking out through my ridiculous glasses at the crowd. There wasn’t an easy way outta here and my only solace was that I demanded to get paid up front. The owner is a sleeze who always tries to take me home and talks my ear off. I just had to make it to the door and hope like hell my ride is out there. “Excuse me,” I shouted, but it wasn’t like anyone could hear me. The music was cranked, people were just being sloppy. I just started shoving at the sweaty bodies but when you’re short nobody gives a damn what you do. Really I’d probably just get tossed around like a ping-pong ball until eventually I hit a wall. That

~Pearl’s Point of View~ “What the hell did you say to him,” I snapped, as I latched onto Daphne’s arm. I had just finished the closing number and I was fucking beat. I needed a hot tub and a steak but I’d be settling for a shower and a bag of chips probably. “Depends, what happened,” I heard, clearly amused. “Do you have my glasses,” I asked, out of breath and too tired to get into it. “Of course blind beauty,” she said, as they were placed on my face. I wanted to punch her but only sort of. Corey was pretty fucking talented with his tongue, and damn I needed it. But he was in Feisty for fuck’s safe what if he had STD’s?? “I think you got the best one but that Jude is devilishly handsome. Well, like I’d refuse any of them,” she said, licking her lips. My face fell and I ran to the side of the stage and peeked out. My jaw fell as I realized the entirety of Feisty was front and center at my show. The ENTIRE band. The WHOLE BAND. ALL OF THEM. “They were all there the … en

~Pearl’s Point of View~ They had to practically pry me off Slade. I wouldn't let him go. How could I ever possibly thank him enough? Repay him for this kindness? I couldn’t. When the guys broke to hit the studio he said, “if you really want to thank me, seriously consider moving in. That part of town you’re in isn’t safe. Come here for a bit until you decide on your next move.” Looking around it wasn’t exactly too hard to agree. I told him I would give him an answer by the end of the day. Of course it was gonna be yes but I couldn’t just go there immediately. What else could I do for him though? I made a note to pay extra attention to anything he liked or might want. But what the hell do you get a guy like him? A blowjob? He could get one of those too any time he wanted and since I was desperate to see where this could go for a job that was hardly an option. Not to mention Corey might stab him. Well, I certainly knew Slade was anxious to hear me play with the guys. So was I. It wa

~Pearl’s Point of View~ For all his neanderthal tendencies, Corey really surprised me with how he handled taking me to the doctor. He stayed right by my side, held my hand and even asked the doctor some questions about it all. He seemed genuinely concerned and more attentive than I could have thought possible. It was like a breath of fresh air. On the way back he got me ice cream … soft vanilla with rainbow jimmies (not sprinkles) because of course that is the best possible thing. He got chocolate with caramel and made an extensive show out of each lick. Which I … definitely watched closely. Jealous of the fucking ice cream. We'd run errands all morning, even getting me set up with a new bank account. Today was officially the day that I do all I can to scrub any trace of Devin fucking Howard from my life. He got me to bed and tucked me in, giving me some space for a nap. When I woke up I felt his warmth behind me and his face was in my neck. I felt so comfy and for the first time