𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 / THIS PHOTOSET from ALMOST FAMOUS !
she anticipated this. the time where she could say goodbye to her sad excuse of a home life in exchange for a few months equipped with good music, good times, and even better friends. it wasn’t the first time she accompanied the band on tour and it sure as hell wouldn’t be her last. let it be known though, venus wasn’t a groupie. no. groupie’s were only concerned with sleeping with members of the band. she and her friends, on the other hand, liked to call themselves band-aids. they were there for the music, they inspired the music. her motivation for meeting the band was not money or personal gain. she simply did it because their music touched her in ways that nothing else could. it was merely a coincidence that venus found herself caught in a heated love affair with one of the members. she was aware of what she was getting herself into; she knew that what they had would never be longterm, but she’d be lying if she said that deep down there wasn’t an inkling of hope. hope that maybe one day he’d leave whoever had been waiting for him at home for her. however, the constant voice in her head reminded her that this lifestyle wasn’t and would never be a ‘standard’ reality. it wouldn’t stop venus from living her life - even if that did mean taking on the infamous role as the ‘summer fling’.
the two hadn’t spoken in a year, but that didn’t mean there was going to be some dramatic reunion where they’d run into each other’s arms and settle for a warm embrace. that was groupie territory, borderline desperation. venus, on the other hand, wanted to make it seem like she was there for the music and only the music. that he was simply an afterthought. so far, she was doing a pretty good job of it, but then again it had only been the first official night. the hotel suite brought back far too many memories. it was where it all started. liquor was being poured by the bottle, drugs passed around first come first serve, people coming and going as they pleased. and then there was venus — sitting in the thick of it with a smirk on her face. not because of the party itself, but because she could sense his presence. she could feel his eyes on her.
a chorus of laughter mixed with the sound of a record spinning filled the smokey suite. it was packed from wall-to-wall with creatives, musicians, groupies and others of the like. it was his type of people. kellen’s head fell back to let out a bellowing laugh. he wished he could live in this moment forever. as much as he liked performing, it was the after parties that were always the best. it was the comedown from the adrenaline rush that came with being on stage for hundreds of people. plucking a cigarette out of the smushed package, placing a single stick between his lips. in the midst of bringing his lighter to the end he noticed her from across the room. she was unmistakable. the woman had been burnt in to the back of his mind. venus. venus was in between the lines of many songs. she was the woman behind the lyrics. slowly, a smile grew over his lips as he watched her move. he secretly always hoped she would be there tonight; in fact, every party he hoped he would look across the room and make eyes with venus. this time he was lucky. sauntering across the room, he brushed shoulders with fellow partygoers, not giving anyone the time of day. once he was finally standing at her footsteps, he nodded, extending his cigarettes outwards the woman, “want a cig?” he bit back a grin. “good to see you, vee. lookin’ good. per usual.”
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