4 Stories Up is a fictional, serial story that follows a talented, sexy female drummer as she seeks fame and fortune with a band. Tory is a woman making her her way in a male-dominated world of heavy metal. She is passionate in life and music and she plays for keeps. Her feisty nature often gets her in trouble but she fights on towards perfection in her love, her music and her life. – Find past chapters here.
After a very awkward dinner with Tory’s parents, friends and the band, Tory’s nerves were completely frazzled. After one very pointed remark about musicians, she excused herself from the table and went into the kitchen. Just as she had as a child, she opened and slammed the kitchen door leading outside to relieve some anger.
“Hey,” Chris said, following her into the kitchen. “What’s up?”
“What’s up is I can’t stand it here. My parents are snobs, their friends are worse and I just want to go…”
“Go where?” Chris asked softly.
“Home! I want to go home to my small, crappy little apartment and jam with you guys and go on a road trip in Doug’s old beat up van!”
Chris smiled broadly. “I’m so happy to hear you say that,” he said softly.
“But I can’t go home. I have to stay here and go to a funeral that my grandmother never wanted because it’s the proper thing to do!”
“Do we have to stay in tonight?” Chris asked.
“I, well, I guess not,” Tory said, beginning to smile.
“Then let’s go find us some music! Show us the scene you grew up with!”
“It’s not much…” Tory warned.
“Is it better than this scene?”
“Much! Let’s get the guys and go!” she said.
Doug, Chris and Tory headed out in the old van, chugging and sputtering up the street of immaculate homes and gardens. Jake stayed back with Ruby who had challenged him to a game of chess and bribed him with some more of those homemade cookies. She had a feeling that Tory was looking for some adult entertainment where someone under the age of 21 wasn’t going to be welcome.
Tory smiled as they pulled into the dive bar about 20 minutes from her parents’ home. This was where she had first drummed in front of a crowd. This was where she had her first beer, purchased proudly with her fake id. This was where she had learned exactly what she wanted to do with her life.
The front of the bar was worn and the roof to the deck was warped. The wooden façade was old and stained. The two steps leading to the front deck and the door were chipped and Doug looked at them doubtfully, then leapt from the ground to the deck directly.
As they walked in, Tory recognized the odor of old, stale beer and it had never been so good! There was a live band at the front of the room and old, round tables surrounding a space that was, by default, the dance floor. All the chairs in the room were old wooden dining-room style with a rounded back and arms – all a different colour.
The trio grabbed a table and a server came over to take their orders. Chris and Doug ordered a pitcher of beer to split. Tory ordered a Sex on the Beach shot. Chris’ eyes widened slightly at her order but he said nothing. The server suddenly looked closely at Tory. “Tory Wilson? Is that you?”
“It’s me,” Tory smiled.
“Oh, my God! I haven’t seen you for years! What are you doing now?”
“I’m in Florida, playing music with these two and one other guy,” Tory explained.
“You really did it? You really left here and went to Florida? Good for you!”
“Thanks!” Tory smiled. “Jenny, this is Chris and Doug.”
“Hey, guys. Tory and I used to hang out when she came here to play,” Jenny said, filling them in. “You always said you’d leave this town. I bet your parents are thrilled,” she finished in a sarcastic tone.
“Oh, yeah, thrilled,” Tory laughed. “My grandmother died, so I’m just here for the funeral and then I’m heading back with these guys.”
“Oh, the grandmother who used to come and see you here?”
Tory smiled sadly. “That’s the one,” she confirmed.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry! She was a doll! She had all these fancy clothes, but she treated everyone like they mattered,” Jenny explained to the guys. “She was amazing.”
“Yeah,” Tory agreed, looking down at the table to keep from crying, “She was.”
“I’ll go get you your drink, Sweetie. On me.”
“Jenny, you don’t have to…”
“Consider it my contribution to your dream!” Jenny smiled.
“Wow,” Chris said to Tory, “your grandmother came in here?”
“To support you?”
“It wasn’t for the food,” Tory laughed through her tears.
Chris didn’t say anything more, just gave Tory a hug. The idea of someone coming out to a dive like this to support his dream was completely foreign to him. He had never had that unconditional love. He was starting to realize why this woman was so important to Tory.
Jenny returned with Tory’s shot and Tory immediately took it, downed it and asked for another. “Keep them coming, Jenny,” she said determinedly.
“Tory?” Chris started.
“Not a word, Chris. I’m getting trashed and you can be here with me or leave,” she said ferociously.
Doug and Chris shared a look and then shrugged. If this is what she needed, they’d support her in that.
One hour and many drinks later, Tory was on the dance floor, twirling to the live band. Chris went to find her and found three guys dancing around her. With one glaring look, the guys scattered and Chris took Tory into his arms.
“These guys are pretty good,” Tory said to Chris, nodding towards the band.
“You are drunk,” Chris said, rolling his eyes. The band was a grunge band that was comprised of hipsters trying to be cool. They were not good but they were playing some good songs that kept people up and dancing.
“Chris,” Tory said, pulling him close to her and whispering in his ear, “Chris you know what?”
“What, Tory?” he asked with a smile.
“You know what else?”
“I think you’re cute,” she giggled.
“I think you’re cute too.”
“Let’s go out to Doug’s van,” she suggested.
“You want to go home?” Chris asked, surprised.
“No. I want you to take me to the van and take off all my clothes, and…”
“Tory,” Chris interrupted firmly, “you’re drunk.”
“So, I’m not taking advantage of you.”
“Don’t you want me?” she whimpered.
“Of course I want you!” Chris said, frustrated.
“Then take me,” Tory said suggestively.
“What? You take advantage of girls all the time! Why not me? What’s wrong with me?”
“There’s nothing wrong…Jesus. Tory, can we not have this discussion here?”
A guy walked by and Tory grabbed him by the arm. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” the guy said, looking at Tory appreciatively.
“Would you have sex with me?”
“Jesus Christ, Tory!” Chris exclaimed.
“Would I!” the guy said smiling broadly.
“Get moving, Romeo,” Chris snarled. “She’s drunk.”
Looking at Chris’ furious face, the guy decided to cut his losses and moved on.
“That’s it,” Chris said angrily. Leaning down, he picked Tory up over his shoulder and carried her off the dance floor.
Doug saw his bandmates coming and he started to laugh, but stopped when he saw the look on Chris’ face.
“What’s going on?” he asked, swallowing his laughter.
“Oh, she’s just asking every guy out there to take her and fuck her,” Chris said crudely.
“Hey, Tory,” Doug said seriously to the girl draped over Chris’ shoulder.
“Yeah?” she mumbled.
“You didn’t ask me…” Doug laughed.
Tory laughed and then hiccupped. “Chris,” she said.
“What?” he snapped.
“I don’t feel good…”
Chris quickly set her down on her feet and moved away a step.
“I’m gonna be sick,” she announced as she ran to the washroom.
“Great, just great,” Chris sighed.
“I’m proud of you, buddy,” Doug said, giving Chris a pat on the shoulder.
“Because the guy I knew a few months ago would have taken her up on her offer without thinking twice.”
Chris thought about that for a moment. Then he acknowledged, “Tory’s special.”
Doug smiled. As a friend he was happy for Chris. As a bandmate, this made him very nervous. When actual feelings were involved, it made things much more complicated.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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