EroticReverie

Summer Skye

I’m standing behind a giant turn table on the stage as the announcer welcomes back the audiences watching at home as well as in the theatre. Standing there in a glittering , too short dress , made of pastel rainbow sequins , with an entirely bare back and a low dip of the neckline that plummets right below my breasts. Breasts that all of America and the world thinks I’ve had surgically enhanced. Totally forgetting the fact I just turned eighteen and that a young woman’s body can still fucking be growing. It’s not my fault my tits decided they wanted to grow two cup sizes from a bcup to a d cup nearly overnight. 

My heels hurt my fucking feet, sparkly with rainbow faceted rhinestones over every part of them. And the five inch heels have my five foot seven frame , standing even taller now beside twenty year old Sebastian Ambrose , a six foot four “bad boy” , wearing dark ripped jeans, and a t shirt that looks like he picked it up off his bedroom floor. And he probably fucking did. His dark brown hair looks like he rolled out of bed right before coming. He’s got tattoos all over his body and I’m not sure if he has more tattoos than he does rings on his fingers. Fitting the look of the bad boy he’s marketed as. He looks at me and gives me a smirk paired with a wink. 

“You ready legs?” He asks me and I roll my eyes. Because that’s what him and half of the world calls me , even though I’m barely above average height. 

“Are YOU ready Sex Hair Sebastian?” I ask him. Using one of the many names his fan base has dubbed him with. At that he gives a bright white, white smile and his head goes back slightly as the audience is queued to cheer and it drowns out the sound of his laugh n

“He’s your favorite bad boy that wants to make you “Feel Good” the announce says, making reference to his most recent song with his rock band “Always Ambrose”. Apparently it was a name his band mates made up, because it’s “always Ambrose” that their fans fell head over heels for when they were in the process of making it big. 

“She’s already taken home two awards tonight , And she’s got legs that will make you sweat, just like her name promises” the announce says and I roll my eyes so fucking hard. I’ve been a pop star since I was fourteen. And do you think they waited till I was eighteen to start sexualizing me? Nope. That shit started the second I became a household name. Grown ass men bringing their daughters to concerts and salivating while looking up at me like THEY were the ones who wanted to hang my posters on their wall. Porn sites making deep fake, a.i generated porn of an underage girl. It was disgusting. My parents? Oh they didn’t fucking care because I was their bank roll. Their ticket out of middle class and on their way to living lavishly. 

“Sorry” Sebastian leans over and whispers as if catching onto the fact that maybe I didn’t fucking enjoy being sexualized every second of the fucking day. 

As the circular platform starts to turn I drop my look of annoyance and plaster on the smile that they want, and the audience of our “peers” clap as the pits of fans near the front of the stage cheers and scream and wave their hands in the air. Some screaming my name. Most of the girls screaming Sebastian’s and acting like feral animals as I wave to the crowd in front of us and Sebastian walks ahead of me , off the single step off the platform onto the main stage. Turning he gives me his hand and I take it as I step down. 

We’re announcing the “One to Watch” award. Which basically will go to someone everyone is already watching, but has just recently broken into the music scene and become viral. 

I hold the card in my hand and already know what it’s going to say. And my palms fucking sweat when I see him in the audience. 

Trey Tremano. My fucking ex. Who used me to boost his career and nothing more. Only I hadn’t realized I was being played till paparazzi exposed his “night on the town” with  another up and coming artist in the same category. Fucking Kennedy Cross. They’d met on Tour. And not just ANY fucking tour. No. They’d met when they were both nobody openers for ME,  during my summer tour in the states. I was in Australia, on tour, when the news broke I was being cheated on. 

I can still see all the fucking articles in my mind.  “Legs loses her man to brown haired beauty” “Summer is down under, and so is her beau , with another woman!” That article was paired with a picture of his hand on Kennedys thigh and between her legs as they sat cozied up together at some event. He hadn’t even TRIED to hide it. 

I say my lines. Sebastian says his and I give my best “oh I’m so excited to open this envelope” face as the crowd silences slightly to hear the winner. 

My stomach plummets and my heart stops as I read Treys name on the card before saying it out loud. I knew it’d be him. But I doesn’t matter. I’m still putting on the best act that I can. And I know the only reason I’m the one presenting this fucking award is to give everyone something to talk about.  Make the girl who got cheated on present the award to her cheating ex! Ratings! Ratings! 

Sebastian and I lean forward and I know my smile is picture fucking perfect as we both speak his name into the mic. 

“Trey Tremano!” I say with forced excitement and happiness that I don’t feel at all. Sebastian’s voice is monotone and sounds like he’s less than thrilled. I avoid looking to Sebastian and hold my smile as Trey stands in the crowd. Seated next to Kennedy. A big fucking smile on her face as she stands with him and he slips an arm around her waist and leans in and kisses her cheek as she grabs his face and turns her head and gives him a hard kiss right on the mouth. 

It’s a fucking gut punch. But I hold my fucking smile and keep on fucking clapping as Sebastian leans in. 

“Want me to punch him?” He asks and my eyes widen slightly and I give the barest shake of my head as I clench my teeth so nobody can read my lips. 

“No. Shut up and smile” I say and he leans his head back away from me. 

Trey is making his way up the stage. Wearing a fucking suit. Nobody wears fucking suits to this award show. What a pretentious fuck. It’s not the god damn Grammys. But I can already see it on his face. This stupid fucking award has his ego increasing ten fold. Not sure this theatre is fucking big enough to hold it. 

Trey walks up onstage and I turn to shake his hand as Sebastian holds the award. Trey smiles at me , like he didn’t tell me he loved me and then break my fucking heart and embarrass me in front of the entire world. 

“Congratulations” I say , making sure to speak the word clearly for the cameras so they can’t make up some fucking narrative that I was anything other than a gracious fucking award announcer to my piece of shit ex boyfriend. 

He leans in and kisses my cheek. And it breaks my smile. Shock registering on my face and I school it back into place as he turns and takes the award from Sebastian, Trey holding his hand out to shake Sebastian’s other hand. But Sebastian doesn’t even look him or say a word. And steps beside me and slips a hand to my lower back as we move out of the way and to the side while Trey stands there blinking in surprise for a second. As if he’s a king that’s just been disrespected by one of his subjects. Yep. That ego is soaring into the fucking clouds now. I want to scold Sebastian for making an obvious snub to Trey. Because it doesn’t matter if I’m picture perfect. This moment will now be dissected by the masses for weeks to come. I can just see it now. Americas bad boy defends americas sweetheart on stage. I can already see fans “shipping” me and Sebastian just because of one single fucking shared moment on a stage. I want to strangle Sebastian for the attention he’s put on me now. Even if I loved seeing Trey flabbergasted by the fact Sebastian didn’t congratulate him or shake his hand. 

Trey gives his speech. Thanking god, thanking his family, his label, other names in the business, he even thanks fucking Kennedy. 

Just as he’s about to close out his speech. 

“You forgot someone.” Sebastian says loud enough for the mic to pic up and fans in the pit gasp with excitement. Jesus Christ. He’s was doing a fucking Kanye moment and interrupting someones fucking speech. I just smile. Unsure if I’m hiding my nervousness. 

Trey looks to Sebastian and pauses and stutters slightly into the microphone. Sebastian is throwing him off and I want to throw Sebastian off…a fucking cliff. 

Sebastian points to me. 

“Forgot to thank the real reason you’re standing here tonight. The cost tails you rode harder than a whore rides a paying customers dick” Sebastian says. My cheeks flame. And I suck in a breath. Fuck. I turn to Sebastian and glare at him as the music starts to play. The lights on our area of the stage dimming as the host steps into the light on the other side. The mic near Trey is cut off , surely due to it being a LIVE fucking show. And Sebastian just said the word whore. AND the word dick. And I don’t even know if those words are allowed to air. Even if it’s only picked up as a whisper on the mic. But it was more than a whisper. Sebastian made sure of that. 

Trey is standing there and he scowls at Sebastian who just smirks. I grab Sebastian by his arm and forcefully turn him around to walk backstage. Trying to keep a smile on my face. But now that smile will be deemed as enjoyment of my ex boyfriends public embarrassment at the hands of my knight in shining ripped jeans. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I hiss through my teeth as Trey follows us at a distance to the back. Producers are already scolding Sebastian. Pretending that they aren’t eating this shit up with a fork and spoon right now. 

“Whatever. He’s a fucking tool” Sebastian huffs and glares at Trey. 

“Got something to say man?” Trey puffs his chest. Holding his award in his arm like it’s a fucking baby. Jesus. What did I even see in him?

“Yeah. Maybe I do.” Sebastian shrugs and gives a humorless laugh as he runs a finger under his nose and then walks over to Trey. Treys bluff is immediately evident as he cowers a step back. 

“Sebastian. Stop it.” I hiss at him , but my manager is already at the scene and pulling me out of the scene. 

I don’t hear what’s said as I’m escorted to my manager to safer grounds where I can be a part of the narrative anymore. But we already know the damage is done. And people will have a thousand different variations of what went down backstage , by morning. 

It’s not till the award show is over. Not till After I’ve performed a mix of my two most recents singles , and left that fucking theatre. Not till I get back to my hotel and get a lecture from my publicist and manager on how to handle any questions that may pop up about tonight. About me and Trey. About me and Sebastian. Even though there WASNT a me and Sebastian. But now, thanks to that display. There would be. And not until I’m tucked into my covers , alone in my hotel room, do I search the fucking internet and find that there’s already backstage footage leaking to the masses of the exchange between Trey and Sebastian. 

“Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame” Sebastian says to Trey. Standing a few inches taller than him and peering down at him. 

“Because we both know the only reason you’re famous right now is because of Summer. And without her. You’ve got nothing. She’s the reason anyone gives a flying fuck about you right now.” Sebastian says before turning and leaving Trey to be whispered to by his manager. 

“And your music fuckin sucks!” Sebastian adds with a yell over his shoulder. 

I can’t help the little smile that crosses my face. Because Treys music really DOES suck. He’s a pretty boy with an average voice. That’s all he is. Mediocre at best. I also can’t help to smile at the fact Sebastian Ambrose , rock star bad boy , stood up for a bumble gum pop princess. Me. He stood up for me. For no reason. I’m still mad as hell that he did it. But I’m also grateful. Because I’ve wanted to stand up for myself so badly since the news broke months ago of his cheating. But I haven’t said a fucking word. I’ve wanted to be petty. Wanted to tell the world exactly what I thought of Trey Tremano and his new girlfriend. But I’ve learned my lesson. That the Internet is forever. And what you say can be used against you in some of the most fucked up ways. 

I pull up Instagram and go to search for Sebastian’s profile. When I go to message him. I see that he’s already sent one. 

“Sorry about tonight. But, Fuck Trey Tremano. I’m team Summer Skye. All the fuckin way.”

Another message accompanies it. 

“By the way, sorry for callin you legs. But they’re damn good legs.” 

I smile at my phone and give a little shake of my head and decide to wait till morning to respond. Tucking my phone away and tuning out the world as I fall asleep and dream of the most unlikely pair. Myself ..and Sebastian Ambrose.