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    Chapter 6 – He Looks Like A Cryer

    “Eric, I already told you, we have no future. We are two totally different people. We have nothing at all in common.” Tina pointed out to the clueless entertainment lawyer.

    “Sure we do. We both love music. That’s why we’re in this industry, right?”

    “Music isn’t enough, Eric. I’m not in love with you. You’re not the one that makes my heart beat fast, my palms sweaty, and my breath catch in my throat. Let’s just call this what it is, a brief physical fling that was doomed from the start. Six months of sleeping together is not a reason to get married. Did you really think I was going to say yes? How would anyone in this business take me seriously if I introduced myself as ‘Tina Turner?’ I’m sorry Eric, I really am, but, I don’t love you.”

    Eric’s eyes started to water. Oh my God, he is so fucking needy! Tina thought.

    “Fine. I gotta go,” he said before putting the little black box he presented her with earlier in his suit pocket. “I guess I’ll see you around the office.” He retreated to his car which was parked at the end of her driveway.

    Tina breathed a sigh of relief as he put the car in reverse. She turned around and started to walk towards the house until a high pitched squeal made her jump. Eric had peeled out and zoomed down her street.

    “He’s such a fucking child,” she whispered into the night.

    She pulled out her cell phone and sent Dana an iMessage.

    He proposed at dinner. I ended it.

    She unlocked her front door and headed towards her bedroom, unbuttoning her black blazer on the way. Kicking off her heels, she unzipped her skirt and let it slip down her slim, golden legs. A chime from her iPhone signaled Dana’s response.

    Tina checked the message.

    Details plz. @ Hit w/ TP. Get your ass down here now.

    She smiled to herself.

    Freshening up. B there in 45 min.

     

     

    Hit Parking Lot

    44 minutes later, Tina parked her silver BMW in the lot outside of the club. Dressed in a tight, black leather mini skirt with diamond fence net stockings underneath that were partially covered by black knee-high heeled boots and a red silk drape-neck tank top that allowed the slightest glimpse of the perfect chasm between her breasts, Tina strutted toward the club’s entrance commanding a gawking audience of women.

    Tonya and Dana were sitting in the VIP section on a plush pink couch enjoying their martinis.

    “So do you think she told him what an absolute moron he is?” Tonya asked taking a sip of her drink.

    “I don’t know. I bet he cried. He looks like a cryer.”

    Tonya looked past Dana in the direction of the front door. “I’d fuckin’ cry if my girlfriend broke up with me looking like that too.” She said as she spotted Tina making her way through the crowd.

    Dana turned her head as she was taking a drink. She found Tina walking towards them. Whipping her head back around with widened eyes, the freshly-sipped martini sprayed out from Dana’s mouth and all over Tonya’s face and chest.

    “Danaaaa!” Tonya squealed.

    “Ohmigod, I am so sorry, Tonya,” Dana said wiping her mouth. “I’ll be right back.” She quickly stood up and rushed over to grab her friend. “Tina, are you single-handedly trying to kill the lesbian population of West Hollywood?” she yelled over the loud music in the club.

    “No. Why?” Tina asked with a puzzled look on her face.

    “Because you are giving everyone in here a goddamn heart attack looking like that! Jesus Christ, woman!”

     

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    Comments

    1. Please keep in mind, I started this story in December of 2009. Facebook was slowly taking over the MySpace craze, Twitter was still in its infantile stages and not yet utilized by morons that are currently running my country; Soundcloud was still a very new platform and hadn’t even reached 1 million users until 6 months later. These days, if you start a band, it should be a no-brainer that you would promote yourself on all of these platforms (including YouTube).

      But as I stated in my comment on the first chapter, the music business has evolved since I began this tale. And it continues to evolve as technology changes at a much faster rate than it used to 15-20 years ago. I’m sure this story will be outdated by this time next year lol.

      This will be the final posting for this week. I am back home after a few hours on the road with (surprisingly) minimal holiday traffic. Now watching the Sunday night football game and relaxing before going back to work after a full week off. I want to thank everyone who has reached out so far to let me know that you are reading this book again. It’s nice that so many of you have enjoyed this story that I dreamed up so long ago.

      I look forward to posting another 5-6 chapters next week that covers the entire scene at Hit. Have a great week everyone!

      Cheers,

      MeLL

    2. Hey MeLL,

      We should thank you for coming back with this incredible story!

      Man, Eric is such a baby and think that just because they love music that that is enough base to get married?!

      I am looking forward to the next chapters!

      Have a great week!

    3. Thanks for this multi-chapter-treat, MeLL!

      It’s astonishing how normal those things like self-promoting through YouTube and payed life streaming etc. read nowadays. When I read this the first time a few years ago the life feed that Max wanted to set up seemed like the coolest thing to do at that time, Time flies, huh?

      Btw I’m still laughing at Kit Potter and the Sprouts! How did you come up with that? Just great! :-D
      And “Tina Turner”? Hilarious! Why didn’t any of the screen writers came up with a comment like that in the show?

      Enjoy your week too
      cheers

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