Last time with Helene Troy: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/ballofconfusion/
They found a side door leading into a stairwell. Helene placed her bottle of whiskey on a metal step as the door closed with a thud. The sound bounced off old black metal pipes. Helene noticed Xander’s deep, dark eyes never left her face.
“Helene you’re so talented. People in the crowd were in awe of you.”
Helene ignored the compliments. She wanted to forget it all.
“Xander, you texted me how good of a kisser you were. Prove it.”
He smiled and stepped to within a few inches of her glistening face. She could feel his nervous energy so she moved in. The kiss was slow. She liked his full lips and easy style. She pulled away and admired him.
“You’re good, Xander. Don’t stop.”
As their mouths moved over each other again, the door opened. It was Dawn.
“I’m so sorry, Helene!”
Helene sighed and removed her hands from Xander’s hips. She picked up the bottle from the stairs and took a drink.
“The Golden Apples’ manager is desperate to talk to you. He said it was major so I told him I thought I knew where you might be. Hell, I’d take him in here too.”
Her flirty comment and awkward laugh made Xander smile. Helene wasn’t amused. She looked at Xander and mouthed “forgive me”. He shrugged his shoulders and said “Go.” She leaned in for another kiss then let go of his scruffy face and followed Dawn through a maze of hallways and club patrons. The Golden Apples were moments from taking the stage. Dawn pointed toward the manager, then took her place next to the stage to watch her boyfriend play guitar. Helene met the manager behind a stack of equipment bins.
Her annoyed glare and subsequent swig of alcohol didn’t faze him. He pointed to a set of stairs and shouted over the crowd.
“Hand me the Jack Daniels and walk up there! Two reps from Matador Records are in an office anxious to speak to you! I’ll join the conversation after the Apples play a couple of songs!”
Helene froze. She thought about Sadie, Mara, and even Darcy. Nothing made sense.
“I can’t talk to them without the band!”
The manager shook his head in disapproval.
“They want you! Don’t be stupid, Helene!”
She thought about her conversation with Jackson in the bathroom, grit her teeth and spat back at him.
“You really are the devil!”
The manager took the bottle from her left hand and pointed to the stairs. Helene felt a war rage between her heart and her mind. Now, she had to face the casualties of that battle. She walked past the manager and felt her fear descrease each stair she ascended.
This is a new story episode of The Ballad of Helene Troy. You can find the rest of the story so far, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/the-ballad-of-helene-troy/ It is in response to my friends at Write on Edge:
This week we asked you to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about a time someone crossed a line, legally or ethically. You could have explored vigilante justice or another sort of line crossing. We hope you enjoyed exploring the motivation of your character and possibly the consequences of his or her actions as you put your piece together. Cam wrote about justice at sea in The Fallen Woman. Remember, the word limit was 450 words, so link up and read as many links as you can.
Today’s song is perfect in emotion, time period, lyrics and feel for the story and Helene’s frame of mind. Here’s Linkin Park’s What I’ve Done: