Last time with Helene Troy: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/15/take-me-out/
The Golden Apples played their final song. Helene couldn’t bear to listen. As the thunder of drums and guitar rumbled over the audience, she gulped from her bottle of Jack Daniels. Helene laced the fingers of her left hand inside Xander’s right then pulled him away from the stage. She showed him to a hallway, pushed him against a wall and bumped the heavy metal door closed with her rear end. Helene saw fear and confusion in Xander’s dark eyes.
“I don’t want to hear that fucking song ever again, Xander. I wrote it and they’re getting famous off it.”
She attempted another dramatic swig but lost her balance and dropped the whiskey on the floor. The loud clang of the glass bottle on the concrete floor changed the mood.
“That’s so wrong! That’s my bottle and it was half empty!”
Helene leaned down and picked it up, salvaging some. Xander touched her shoulder.
“Helene, it’s okay. They’ll have plenty at your party. Look, I’m going to go. You need to slow down a bit, I guess, and focus on business.”
She saw disappointment in his face. They could barely hear each other as music crescendoed. After being rejected by Ramona, Helene didn’t want to feel defeated, again.
“Yeah, you’re right. Will you call me tomorrow?”
Xander smiled and leaned in to kiss her. He placed his large hands on her waist. His fingertips dug into hips. He pressed his lips against hers. Helene’s heart raced and she lost control. She spun around to place her back against the wall. She bit her bottom lip and fumbled with the top button of his blue jeans. Xander pulled away. He shrugged his shoulders and touched his face with his hands.
“Helene, no. Not this way. I wish I’d drank as much as you did tonight but I wanted to remember you. I’m sorry. “
Helene’s body language screamed and Xander tried to comfort her.
“What you did onstage tonight, Helene, was amazing. People are going to be talking about that performance for a long time. Now, go make it mean something. I’ll call you.”
Helene shook her head in disbelief as Xander walked away.
She balled her fists and stared at the white in her knuckles. She picked up the bottle, swallowed more whiskey then walked to the backstage area. The Golden Apples ended their set. Helene hunted her bags. They were next to some guitar cases. She opened the larger bag and pulled out the designer dress Ramona gave her. She tossed back her long brown hair and drank the last drops in the Jack Daniels bottle.
“Fuck you Ramona. I’ll make you beg for me.”
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/ Sorry for the two week break from story continuation. Let’s not let that happen again.
Today’s song is more mood than lyric referenced. It was released the same day this scene is taking place, September 2, 2008. Here’s Kings of Leon’s Sex On Fire.