A Reinvention Story, Part III

We are on day 193 of our tour, and the 170th gig. It’s been a lot of fun seeing all the mortals’ smiling faces in the crowd. They don’t even care that we don’t have our own music, they just enjoy the show we give them. Last night, we played in the Sun Festival at Stonehenge. Being the god of the sun, I couldn’t say no to Sun Fest. Besides, they were raising money for under-privileged children in the area. My sister would kill me if I didn’t take this gig.

It was pretty amazing. They had three stages set up in front of the stones, one right in front, and one on either side of the main stage. Over 100,000 people attended the twelve-hour twelve-band fest. They had everyone from Brantley Gilbert to Lindsey Stirling, and of course, my band. We were slated to headline the show, so I had a chance to sit back and enjoy the rest of the shows. It was nice being on this side of things, just being a fan of the music. Unfortunately, I had to miss The Score, one of my favorite bands of this era, but I had to get ready for my set.

Today’s outfit was a tank top with stars on it, a red sleeveless leather jacket with small spikes all over it, and red leather pants. I even had thick red eyeshadow for effect. Our set was amazing. We had the crowd eating out of our palms. We even did a duet with a couple of the artists. I haven’t had such a good time in many, many years, and all the money raised went to help children. The festival raised two million dollars. Well, they made one million, but I pledged to double whatever they made, for the children of the area.

Apparently, the good times weren’t over, because the band got invited to an after party. I got to my hotel and noticed Star was asleep…some groupie she is. I changed and headed for the door. Or that’s what I intended, but instead, Star said, “Hey, where are you going?” Her voice was full of sleep. 

I turned to see Star, shirtless, and smiled, “Hey, uh, the band was invited to an after party, so I’m going to pop in for a bit. I won’t be too long.” Neither of us believed what I just said. 

Star crossed her arms over her bare chest and pouted. “I thought you were done with that?” 

I shrugged at her. “Yeah, well, I guess not.” Her mouth fell open, and I knew that was my cue to leave.

I hit the president’s suite in the hotel they had, pushed open the doors and gave my best Freddie impression, “Hello, darlings.” The living area was packed with people, including several band members from the festival. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I inwardly screamed. I knew it was Star, and I didn’t want to talk to her, so I ignored it.

I smiled at Mister Tall, Dark and Handsome, the lead singer of Panic! At the Disco, Brendon Urie, who actually isn’t tall or dark, but he is handsome. He had a big smile on his face and was double-fisting a red drink.

“Welcome, Apollo.” He handed me one of his drinks. “I’m glad you could make it.” 

I gave him a wink and we walked to the heart of the party. After the many, many hellos, I took my first sip of the drink, and it was delicious. I looked at Brendon. “What is this drink? It’s delicious.” 

He took a large sip of his. “This is called Red Death. It’s a wicked concoction of Southern Comfort, gin, triple sec and vodka, mixed with a bunch of fruity flavors.” 

A few of these could knock the biggest god on his or her ass. I took a generous drink and looked around. My eyes stopped on a trio of ladies. I put my hand to the side of my lips and whispered, “Who are they?” I didn’t even know who I was asking, because I couldn’t take my eyes off the girls. They were all fairly tall. Each of them had wavy red hair, and I’m talking real red hair…the kind of red hair where it’s said that they don’t have a soul. They had light skin and even from across the room, I could see they all had big beautiful green eyes. The only real difference between the three that I could see was their dresses. One had on a long, body-hugging black dress with a slit up the side. The second had on a short sparkly skirt and matching spaghetti-strap shirt. The third had a purple floor-length halter dress with high slits on both sides. 

“No one knows. They haven’t talked to anyone yet.”

I downed my drink and smiled. “That’s only because I just got here.” The crowd laughed as I moved toward the girls. But just as I took a step, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was Star. I looked down and saw a half-full glass on a coffee table. “Oops,” I said as I dropped my phone into the glass. Once I got closer, I recognized the three girls.

“Holy shit, Aegle, Erythea and Hespria?!” The girls loosened up as I hugged them, and they each whispered their new names, Angie, Thea and Pria. “What are you girls doing here?”

“We were at the festival. We don’t miss any festivals of the Sun,” said Thea.

I smiled at them. “I knew I liked you girls.”

We spent the next twenty minutes catching up, because it had been quite some time since I had seen them. They told me that they had a room in this hotel. “We wanted this room but the party got it first,” Angie said.

It was crazy how they not only looked alike, but they sounded alike as well. I introduced the girls to all of the band, as well as the other bands from the fest.

“Hey, why don’t we move this to the jacuzzi?” said Thea with a devilish smile.

I looked down at my clothes. “I don’t have a suit.”

“Neither do we,” they said in unison. Man, these girls would make great backup singers. I grabbed us a pitcher of Red Death and four glasses. I gave Brendon a wink and pulled the curtains as I walked through the door; they were not going to want to see what was going to happen. I got outside, and the girls were already in the water. I filled up glasses and stripped down to my birthday suit. And no, gods and goddesses don’t have any qualms about stripping in front of people. I climbed into the water and clinked glasses with each girl. “Here’s to having a good time.” The girls all giggled in response and I knew I was in for one.

The next morning, I woke up in a tangle of triplets. Thankfully, we were on a king-sized bed, because we were all sprawled out across it. I was just wondering how I was going to untangle without waking them, when the door burst open and Star barged into the room.

“How dare you!” she exclaimed.

How dare I what? Have a good time? Pfft, too late.

“Excuse me?” I said as I stared at her.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her caramel skin had tints of red. I slid across the bed, lifting and bending limbs as needed to get free. After what seemed like forever, I got out and slipped into my jeans. Star opened her mouth to speak, but I put up a finger. I led her outside the room and closed the doors.

The second the doors clicked closed she began, “How could you do this to me, to us?” Her words were both angry and disappointed.

I liked her, and she was fun to hang with, but I wasn’t about to be tied down to a mortal again. I sighed and said, “Listen, Star, you knew what this was.”

She leaned into me, crying even harder. “Don’t you have feelings for me?”

Of course I did, they just weren’t what she wanted. I put my hands on her face and looked into her eyes. “Yes, Star, I have feelings for you, but it’s the feelings you get with a friend or close acquaintance. I will never be able to love you.”

Her face went white and she ran out of the room. The door opened behind me.

“Hey, Apollo, we’re getting cold in here.”

I felt bad for Star, but the sun was being summoned.

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Apollo (Chris Smolinski)
Chris Smolinski is working on being a published author. He is married with three kids, two of whom have autism. He is a stay-at-home father, so he has lots of time for writing, and yet, does not always get the time to a ton done. He loves American football (Fly Eagles Fly) and has multiple championships in fantasy football. He loves to read and listen to audiobooks. His favorite book is Nightlord by Garon Whited and his favorite narrator is Sean Runnette. He is ecstatic that Apollo chose him to be his scribe.
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