Chapter 2

Chapter Three-The Crystal Corner Bar:

The green room is the space in a theatre, comedy club, music venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas.

There is no one accepted theory as to where the term “green room” got its start, but it’s been in used for centuries. A private space where actors, musicians or speakers can go before, during or after a performance to be away from the crowds, these secluded areas have gained a reputation for various shenanigans. They can serve as anything from silent temples of preparation to rowdy dens of ill-repute.

Often, there are food and drinks in the green room, couches, and rock posters on the wall. It’s where the night’s producers will find the talent and tell them when there are five minutes to go on. It’s a place to relax without the eyes of audience members glaring on me. It’s also a place to go after the show to decompress and come down from the high from my performance.

The moments before a performance are crucial for tuning instruments or just spending time screwing around with band mates, groupies and other hangers-on. Getting my mind in the right place whatever that means to each performer and what they require before hitting the stage and performing for the audience.

I find them terrifically useful, not only for gathering my thoughts and warming my voice but for a high-maintenance bitch like me to have a sacred space in which to change from a pre-law student to performer helps immensely.

Unloading our equipment when we arrived at the Crystal Corner, setting up, doing a soundcheck to get the mix just right. We had two hours to kill before performing the guys went exploring Madison, Madison, the capital city of Wisconsin, lies west of Milwaukee. It’s known for the domed Wisconsin State Capitol, which sits on an isthmus between lakes Mendota and Monona. The Wisconsin Historical Museum documents the state’s immigrant and farming history. The city’s paved Capital City State Trail runs past Monona Terrace, a lakefront convention center designed by Frank Lloyd Wright.

But I knew they would just be bar hop looking for University of Wisconsin girls they so loved these college towns. Ann Arbor, East Lansing, Bloomington, Columbus, Lafayette, Happy Valley they were trying to fuck their way through the Big Ten.

I took a shower in the green room and was longing in a towel on the sofa when Tina came down carrying a tray she explained she would be are server tonight and asked if I need anything. I requested a Blue Moon Craft Beer with an orange slice and a short while later Tina returned with my beer.

A graduate student Tina is twenty-four with short dark hair framing a cute face with dazzling brown eyes. She explained her shift didn’t start for another hour but when she had the green room she liked to come in early to get the band squared away before she got busy with tables.

So I explained it was just me for now my band mates were exploring Madison and invited her to hang out if she wanted. Sitting on the sofa we casually chatted I had forgotten I was just wrapped in a towel. That is until I noticed Tina starring at my body as the towel had slid open exposing my naked front.

Making no attempt to cover my self I just let Tina enjoy the view of my hot little body, my neatly trimmed red pubes. Almost like she was in a trance Tina lowered her face between my legs her fingers touching my soft skin. Her tongue teasing my pussy lips, I watched as she worked, sensations of playful pleasure radiated through me.

Tina’s long tongue entered inside my wet pussy twisting, curling, dancing, my hands gripped her head, my legs up cute little toes pointing at the ceiling. My eyes closed enjoying the sensory pleasures. How long this went on I’m not sure lost in the pleasure of the moment, worked into a frenzy, on the brink. Tina’s magic tongue twisting and curling deep inside my wet pussy.

When I opened my eyes to see my band mates watching stroking their hard cocks I was to far gone an orgasm crashing over my little body. Screaming in a delight of pleasure crashing my little body legs in the air exposed as my band mates watched my most intimate moment. There I was on the sofa in the green room at the Crystal Corner naked in the throes of another earth shattering orgasm from Tina’s magic tongue, Tonight’s show would be fun I was now in the right frame of mind now, cue the lights.

Chapter Five-The Troubadour:

The Troubadour is legendary, located in West Hollywood, California, on the border of Beverly Hills. Inspired by a visit to the newly opened Troubadour café in London, it was opened in 1957. I had been waiting for this show my whole life. The Troubadour played an important role in the careers of Hoyt Axton, Jackson Browne, the Byrds, Neil Diamond, Elton John, Eagles, Carole King, Love, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Bonnie Raitt, Linda Ronstadt, J. D. Souther, James Taylor, Tom Waits, and other prominent and successful performers, who played performances there establishing their future fame. In October 1962, comedian Lenny Bruce was arrested on obscenity charges for using the word “schmuck” on stage. Michael Nesmith sometimes worked as an M.C. at the club in the 1960s, before the formation of the music group the Monkees. Buffalo Springfield debuted at the club in 1966, and Randy Newman started out there as well.

On August 25, 1970, Neil Diamond (who had just recorded his first live album at the Troubadour) introduced Elton John, who performed his first show in the United States at the Troubadour. Comics Cheech & Chong and Steve Martin were discovered there in the early 1970s. In 1974, John Lennon, Harry Nilsson and Ringo Starr were ejected from the club for drunkenly heckling the Smothers Brothers. That same year, Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band performed third on the bill with ex-Byrd Roger McGuinn headlining, going on stage at 1:45 in the morning. In 1975, Elton John returned to do a series of special anniversary concerts. In November 2007, James Taylor and Carole King played a series of concerts commemorating the nightclub’s 50th anniversary and reuniting the two from their 1970 performance.

The Troubadour featured new wave and punk in the late 1970s and early 1980s, including Bad Religion, Flipper, The Meat Puppets, Napalm Death, and Redd Kross. L.A. residents and proto-grunge band Melvins have played the Troubadour stage 24 times and counting as of November 2019, including live tapings for Carson Daly in 2012 and 2015. The club features in the 1972 film Cisco Pike.

In the 1980s the club became associated with glam metal bands such as Candy, Cinderella, Guns N’ Roses, L.A. Guns, Mötley Crüe, Poison, Ratt, Warrant, NEWHAVEN and W.A.S.P. Guns N’ Roses played their first show at the Troubadour, and were also discovered by a David Geffen A&R representative at the club. During the glam and metal years, it continued to attract non-glam metal acts through this time and into the 1990s such as Fiona Apple, Steve Earle, Mudhoney, Silverchair and Radiohead.

Chapter Six-The Famous Green Room:

I felt like I was entering a Church our band of traveling misfits had made it to the promised land. I have read so much about the LA music scene, the history, being at The Troubadour was an out of body experience. Not only being there or even playing there I was inside the inner sanctorum the Green Room. Drinking craft beer imagining all the wild. wonderful, events that transpired in this very room before I was even born.

Daydreaming of Guns ‘N’ Roses parting in this room or James Taylor smoking pot over there. I was shocked when Abby Lake a girl from my hometown stopped by she was in college at UCLA. Abby was a cheerleader four foot eleven, blonde hair, blue eyes, popular with all the cliques. She said my Mom had told her Mom we would be playing here so she wanted to come see me.

Something weird was going on in my head the green room at The Troubadour and all, driving me, I remembered sleep overs and pillow fights and painting each others toe nails. I stood embracing Abby kissing her soft cheek moving to her sweet lips, more passion now, driving by forces not seen. Determined to leave my mark in the Troubadour green room.

Almost like she had waited/wanted this moment for years her tongue dancing in my mouth. A sexual desire engulfing us as we undressed each other quickly. Coming together, falling on the sofa were the Eagles snorted coke, arms, legs in a warm embrace, kissing with an erotic/longing passion, hands rubbing each others wet cunts, tongues dancing inside each others mouths. Her body was soft and smooth, warm, soft, waves of pleasures filled my brain, laying her on her back. I climbed on top of Abby my face diving into her wet pussy, my wet cunt grinding into her mouth, sensations everywhere, tingling, I glanced at the reflection in the mirror on the wall. What a wonderful sight the star of our own porno movie “High School Reunion”.

I felt her wetness growing, tasting her, my own pleasure building, grinding down into her loving tongue and mouth. I so wanted to come together here in the green room, curling, twisting my long tongue inside her, reaching a finger to her hooded clit. Our orgasms shaking our little hot bodies, toes curling, screaming, shaking the sofa, like a giant earthquake. Exhausted I collapsed down into my sweet Abby, after a few minutes I turn around, hugging and kissing her. Mixing our juices into a wonderful flavor exploding in our mouths. Ready to perform at The Troubadour writing my own folk rock history.

Than you for reading my story