Warning: Slight NSFW, sexual situations
Is this thing on? Yeah, sorry. I’m not used to cameras. This is Cheyenne’s world. Not mine.
So, yeah…like how did I meet her?
Well, I’ll never forget it. We were partying in the dorm common room. It was a Friday and I was supposed to be getting some rack because I had the big game the next day (but you know, none of us guys ever turned in before midnight on a Friday. We also would never let the coach know either. Heh.)
Anyways, I was hanging back, surveying the crowd. Okay, actually, I was scanning for hot babes. Not gonna lie. And one caught my eye right away.
She was this gorgeous blonde with a knock out face and an even better, knock-out body. I definitely had to chat her up.
So, when I was about to give this girl one of my best lines, no shitting, Cheyenne tried to tap the keg and beer sprayed everywhere.
Talk about awkward.
It’s funny now, but I felt sorry for her back then. Little did I know that moment would change the course of my life.
She was my everything. My best friend. My world.
But you know that though, right? Nothing new. God knows the piece of shit paps wouldn’t let us alone.
So…how did we first meet?
Both Cheyenne and I liked to keep it a secret. It was just between us, but even she didn’t know when I first saw her. When I knew I wouldn’t rest until I made her my girl.
I was at a party in one of the Britechester dorm common rooms. I’d just gotten off work, playing an afternoon gig at a local dive bar when a buddy of mine told me about how Friday nights pop at the college.
I really wasn’t going to go. I was tired as hell and needed to check out early since Saturday I had a double shift plus had to play at one of the clubs until 2 am.
But when he said there’d be pretty girls overrunning the place, well, how could I refuse?
So when we got there, no joke, I was about to turn around and leave. It just wasn’t my scene.
Preppy girls and guys who all probably got weekly allowances larger than my month’s salary? Nuh uh. I had nothing in common with spoiled rich kids.
But then it was like an angel’s voice stopped me in my tracks. Honestly, I thought it was piping out of the speakers somewhere. A new track I hadn’t heard yet. I elbowed my friend and asked him what new song that was playing. He laughed and said that was just Cheyenne fooling around on the piano.
Quickly, I ran over to where she was, mesmerized.
Cheyenne didn’t notice me. She was too involved in the mood of the song.
Right then, I knew I wanted her in my band. And there was something about her that made me want even more than that. Call it love at first sight or destiny or any of those stupid labels people try to pin on a memory to cheapen it. But I somehow knew that girl would be mine one day.
Hey, guys! Good to see you again. Thought the documentary you made of my group, TBS, went swell. Just thought I’d mention it since I haven’t seen your crew in years. Congrats on your recent award! Amazing!
Yeah, sooooo…Cheyenne Day…wow.
Okay, I don’t want to get emotional…but how can I help it? I loved her.
Everything about her was flawless. I’m not overstating things. She was the most meticulous professional in our field that I’d ever worked with. And that’s saying a lot since I’ve been all over the place recently.
And she was the best lover.
I still remember everything as if it was just yesterday. Sounds cliche but it’s true.
Yeah, so how did we meet? Um…well, the official version is that we did a commercial together that went viral and the rest was history, but that’s not true.
It wasn’t the first time we met. I actually first saw her when she was in college and very unknown.
I’ll never forget these red ponytails bobbing up and down the set. She was fetching drinks and snacks for the cast.
Usually, I wouldn’t care about the interns running around because they came and went so quickly but she was different. There were like these sunbeams shining from her face!
Someone told me that she was James Sanderson’s granddaughter and that she was doing odd jobs in the business to understand it more. She didn’t want help from him. I was also told she was crazy talented. I shrugged and thought I would never cross paths with her again.
I’m so glad I was wrong.
Let’s get this over with, okay? I don’t have a lot of time, you know.
I can smoke? Right?
Hell, I’m going to smoke whether you lot like it or not.
Cheyenne Day. Now there’s a name that raises my hackles.
Take it how you wish, mate. Good or bad.
For me it was…good. Mostly.
When it came to her, I’d do anything. I was a man obsessed. Most men in love are obsessed you know.
But I wasn’t the only one, was I, eh?
Okay, I’ll answer your bloody question.
How did we meet?
According to the rags, we met on the set of Pirates of Barnacle Bay.
And yes, that’s when we made a go at it. God, she was so infectious. It was like I was diseased or something. She took over me like an illness.
I’ll admit, our relationship borderlined on toxic.
But when you’re that passionate about something, you’re going to fight for it. Right?
And we were fucking passionate.
What would I change about us if I could?
God, I don’t know. I mean, some things are meant to happen. You know? She was meant to be in my world at the right moment.
I’m all right with that.
Yeah…I’m all right. I have to be or I’ll…
Change is a tricky thing. Who knows?
All I can say is that I cherish every damn moment I had.
Treasure it forever.
I’d have whisked her out of Del Sol Valley.
My mother would have adored her, you know. But she couldn’t make the journey to the states. Cheyenne told me she’d run away with me, too. Anywhere I’d wanted.
How can you ask me such a question?
What would I change?