The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... 'Sure...'s.

It wasn't until the sound check was over that she felt herself decompress, like she had stood up too fast and all the blood had to rush back into her head again. Only the sensation lasted three hours and only just now wore off.

"Huuuuuaaaaugh!" Monica yelled, stomping away on her bass drums. "I hate pre-concert!"

She was in a light-purple spaghetti-strap dress that seemed to shine and turn white whenever light reflected off of it. The position she'd taken up on her stool was far from being lady-like, but with the drum set in front of her nobody could see anything.

"Well, not as bad as during the concert." Lucas was already sweating.

He was in a bog-standard tuxedo with a clip-on tie. Seeing him dressed like that made Sylvia a bit more grateful for the variety in clothing options women had compared to men's formal wear.

Students were beginning to come in through the doors as admissions began, the sound of the crowd outside spilling out in a big wave like a burst dam. Sylvia waved an arm to signal the band backstage. Performing or not, she still wanted to enjoy the prom as a spectator, too.

The trio began to set their instruments down backstage, Lucas sliding his keyboard against a wall and then measuring distance with his hands to make sure nobody would bump into it on accident. Monica tossed her drumsticks loudly into a pile of them that were sitting on a felt blanket, then she started to punch herself in the sides of her head: A pre-concert ...

... tradition that was supposed to 'ward away negative thoughts'.

Sylvia lifted her guitar over her head when she heard a tear.

"Oh, not this again!" She though as she looked down to inspect the damage.

Her guitar strap had caught on the corner of her shoulder strap, tearing the fabric horizontally and causing the garment to hang down, revealing a bit more of her left breast than she'd wanted to. She clutched the fabric together and began looking around.

"Monica!" She spoke, having to raise her voice as even backstage the students outside could be heard. "Do you have a pin in your stickbag?"

"What'd you call me?" Monica yelled.

"A pin!" Sylvia shouted, pointing at the damaged clothes.

"OH!" Monica replied. "Why didn't you say so? Nope! I don't."

Sylvia rolled her eyes as the other girl's attention seemed to drift elsewhere.

But then, Lucas came over holding a flower.

"Here." He said. "I might not be able to tie my own tie, but I practiced this much."

With awkward, shaky hands, he grabbed the damaged strap and stuck the pin of the fake flower through it, tying a ribbon from the base around it a few times for good measure. His gaze was firmly fixed directly on the flower and it seemed to cause him genuine discomfort to avoid looking down Sylvia's dress.

She wanted to tease him for that, but at the moment she felt too overcome with other emotions to do so. Were these really pre-show jitters?

Lucas had finished attaching the flower and let go, ...