Chapter 99: Lucky

~Millie's POV~

Backstage was buzzing with the excitement of performers waiting to go on stage and the thrill of those who had finished, ready to unwind. I returned to the artists' room, still claiming to be Jake's lyricist.

The room was a lot messier than the last time I saw it. Clothing, make up, glitter, empty cups and beer bottles were all over the place. I saw Jake's guitar on a seat. He was standing by the free drinks, talking to the rock band that went on stage before him. Their outfits were as different as blue cheese and broccoli, which is a weird comparison I know. Jake was casually dressed, while the others were in sparkling bell bottoms.

Blue cheese and broccoli, it's what comes to mind.

"Jake?" I said, awkwardly interrupting their conversation.

"Hey!" he greeted me with an excited smile, grabbing two beers off the table and saying goodbye to the other singers, "See you on the dance floor. Come on, Mills, let's roll."