A Diva Wants her Guitarist’s Pepperoni

She’s bored, he’s hot, why not?

Image of a female singer, sunglasses, microphone from Pixabay

The glitzy, glittery lifestyle of an iconic music star has always held allure for me. From the moments when I sang and shook my hips provocatively to favourite tunes on the radio, wielding my hairbrush as a microphone. I recall my friend and I invented dance routines on the beach, posing back to back like the girls from Abba.

Look at how Tik Tok exploded, and admit I’m not the only one imagining it would be fun to sing, dance and be adored.

Over the years I’ve watched films, biopics and docudramas following the paths towards fame for Elvis, Taylor Swift, Queen, Boy George, Sheena Easton, Ike and Tina Turner to name a few. The portrayal of harsh, demanding life on tour, the use of drugs and alcohol and the in-fighting among band members did little to dull my fascination with the concept.

Blame music videos for hyping up the glamour, they make even the dullest pop prince or princess appear to have a perfect life. Everything they want lands in their lap, their manager irons out the wrinkles while they visit exotic locations, wear cutting-edge clothes and do nothing but write music and sing.

It seems like ‘money for nothing’ when observed from the outside.

One particular song inspired Forget the Rest, Pick me. Although I pictured the artist who sings it when I created my MC Anya, that’s where all similarities end. It was the song’s lyrics that evoked Anya’s bratty persona and the predatory hunger she shamelessly has for Kent, the guy she has in her crosshairs.

Plenty of successful bands comprise male musicians and a front woman, just as many formed or have played together since high school or college, there’s a good chance of an inter-musician romance that burned bright, before being left in the dust on their rise to fame.

In my story, Anya has evolved from uncomplicated teenager to spoiled diva. Fronting the band she features prominently in every video, poster, and record sleeve. Ingenue Anna has become an indulged monster whose palate is already jaded.

Exhibit A: She treats her assistant Stacey like dirt.

Anya’s sudden thirst for Kent’s gym-honed body takes her by surprise. She sees him in a new light when his own star begins to rise — the crowds scream his name, hold their lighters aloft when he plays his leads, making his axe weep. She wants a piece of that action.

Kent is forbidden fruit. His girlfriend is rumoured to be joining the tour. The diva must rise to that challenge. Sweep in and conquer. Surely she can get any man she wants? And what she wants is her handsome lead guitarist at her feet, between her thighs, and obsessed with her.

Forget the Rest, Pick Me is free to read on Substack

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