Existence 03 - Ceaseless

addictions. They thought all females worshiped them. They were everything Pagan feared I was.
    A knock at the door surprised me. I figured Gee would walk right in.
    “Come in,” I called out and stood up to go greet Pagan. I wanted to show her around. It wasn’t Pagan. It w as a groupie I’d seen with Loose earlier. Groupies weren’t welcome in here. “You got the wrong room,” I replied sitting back down to wait on Pagan’s arrival.
    “Oops,” she giggled and stepped into the room closing the door behind her. Did the girl not speak English? She also had herpes. I could smell it on her body.
    “Go. Out. Now.” I ordered pointing to the door. I’d be seeing her soul again much sooner than I should if she kept the drug use up.
    “Demanding. I like it when a man is the boss,” she slurred walking over toward me. Her soul was tarnished. The outward appearance had all the things humans looked for but the inside was ugly.
    “This is your last warning. I’ll call security and you’ll be thrown out.” This happened once or twice a gig. It had become a game to the groupies to see if one of them was talented enough to get me to let them stay. They didn’t understand that what I saw wasn’t appealing.
    “You’ re a grumpy pants. I was warned before I came in here. I bet I can make you a happy pants ,” she was almost to me when I moved out of her way and she stumbled forward and landed on the couch. Pulling my phone from my pocket I dialed the backstage security number.
    “I got one in my room that refuses to leave. I want her out of the building.”
    “On it Mr. Walker,” was the quick reply.
    “Oh poo , you didn’t even let me show you how very talented I am,” She whined from her sprawled out position on the couch.
    The door swun g open and in walked Gee followe d by Pagan and Miran da. At least I was on the other side of the room from the half- dressed girl laying out on the couch like she was waiting on me.
    “Do I need to call security?” Gee asked as she looked over at the girl whose damaged soul was also the only thing Gee saw.
    “Already did. I’m waiting on him to come pick her up.” I replied stepping around her to reach out and take Pagan’s hand.
    Before her memory loss Pagan had seen this before. During the time my fans k new I had a girlfriend it had gotten worse. We made a game out of it. Pagan would guess how many girls we’d have break into my room before the show. Now , she just looked concerned.
    “I’ve been waiting for you,” I assured her as she took in the girl whose shirt was missing and her very large fake boobs were spilling out of the bra she was wearing. It did look incriminating. “She’ll be gone in a second. Security is coming to get her , she came in uninvited.”
    Pagan frowned and turned her gaze to me, “Where is her shirt?” she asked slowly as if waiting on me to admit I had something to do with her lack of proper clothing.
    “Probably in the other room where the band is. She came in here like that. My refusal to hang out with the band and groupies often sends the braver ones in here to see if they can change my mind. They can’t. I do n’t do drugs or STDs .”
    A small smile tugged on Pagan’s lips as the door opened and one of the guys on the clubs security team walked in and hauled the girl u p from her spot on the couch. “I want her gone from the club while I’m here.” I reminded him.
    He nodded, “Yes sir.”
    “Why do they get to stay? They came in uninvited too,” she whined and slapped at the guys back. “Leave me alone. I have bigger tits than they do and I’ll suck,” the door slammed behind them cutting off whatever else she was about to say. Thank Deity.
    Once the door closed, I took a deep breath.
    “Wow, that was interesting.” Pagan teased .
    I grinned at her , then shifted my attention to Gee. “Why don’t you take Miranda to meet the rest of the band. ” It wasn’t a suggestion ; I knew Gee and everyone else in the room knew that too.
    “YAY!” Miranda clapped her hands. “I brought my sharpie --- will they autograph my shirt?”
    She was wearing a white shirt that the band had sold at a beach concert last year. S he had taken Pa gan to that concert al though Pagan hadn’t known who or what I was at the time . “They’ll sign anything you ask them too , but remember they are a raunchy crowd. You’ ll wind up with a lot of names on your chest.”
    Miranda beamed at my warning. She was definitely in a