Jim spent Friday night with me and Saturday afternoon, we invited Frank, Bobby and Nick over for an early dinner after the members of my band had gone home following our latest rehearsal. Jim and I went out and bought a shit load of alcohol (a lot of which was put aside so that I could use it for cooking sometime down the road) and bartending supplies plus a book of drink recipes. While the boys watched the last half of a college football game, I grilled steaks and sweet potatoes, sauteed mushrooms and steamed some cauliflower and topped it off with slices of a marble cake I bought at the store I added a scoop of vanilla ice cream to for dessert. Really simple stuff, but manna from heaven for the meat and potatoes baby boomer biker male. Nick brought some more weed and they smoked it (I passed) as I brought them a new mixed drink every hour in between the beers they were downing. I drove everybody home (except Jim, who stayed with me) since they were all pretty blitzed and I didn't want them getting sussed by the police.

When I circled home a little while later, Jim laid the major wood on me (or should I say in me) and pretty much passed out as soon as he came. When I woke up the next morning, I had some major clean up to do before I felt like making breakfast. My band subsequently had a dress rehearsal for Monday. "Seeing you play guitar like that Melody makes me so horny for you," Jim burbled. That cracked everybody up. "Yeah, it would be cool if there were more chicks who could do what Melody can," John complimented. "It would definitely make watching a band more fun."

After everyone split, I gave Jim a blowjob and he went home to get a change of clothes. He returned and, after showering together, we spent the rest of the night laying in bed naked and watching tv. I couldn't resist and sucked him again. I swallowed his cum and he swaddled me in his arms and we went to sleep. I had to get up at 4:30 a.m.for our 6 a.m. load in at school. At five, our roadies and soundman showed up to heft our gear into a rental truck and left. I fried a couple eggs and made some toast for Jim and then his 17 year old quasi-girlfriend (me) saw his 33 year old self off to work while she headed to school. Incongruous scene to be sure. I was wearing my white satin trousers with a dragon on each leg and an open satin top decorated with another dragon on the back taped to me to keep it from completely exposing my knockers. I capped the ensemble off with red platform heels (which matched the color of the dragons), a white top hat and mirrored shades.

I got to school and the band members helped hook everything up. By 7:30, we had already soundchecked and tested our flash pots. We went out to the parking lot to my car, where we each did a couple shots of Southern Comfort (I had it in a thermos to hide what it was) to relax and warm ourselves up in a somewhat misty early morning. Just before eight, the buses arrived carrying students who needed to use them. Right at eight, Joe, Pete and I strapped on our instruments and walked out to the ends of the top of the walls on either side of the steps that fronted the stage but  far enough away from the flash pots to not burn ourselves while John and Cliff took their positions behind their's. Danny did an imitation of the phrase, "good morning campers" from Tommy and we launched into "Born to be Wild" as flames jetted out of the flash pots in front of us. I looked out over the crowd and smiled as I riffed away, Joe and I punctuating our playing with big gestures and generally hot dogging it. We did a pounding version of "I'm Eighteen" and then I spent the entirety of "All the Young Dudes out on the left wall mugging and preening during the intro. I flipped my top hat out into the audience and then did a bend over backward pose that Ted Nugent would soon be known for while I picked out an achingly melodic solo that I ended with a hail of circular 32nd notes.

"Well, gluttons for punishment are we? Back for another year are ya?" Danny intoned in a fake British accent. "Would a bit of Tull make it go down easier?" Cliff counted us in and we slammed into "Locomotive Breath," with Joe exploring what might happen if his idol Jimmy Page was in Ian Anderson's outfit during his solo. I was back on the regular stage in  preparation for the next tune so that I could click on a uni-vibe effect plus some delay for "Day of the Eagle" before walking back out near the end of the wall. After I did the intro riff, the flash pots ignited again as we slipped into the first verse.

"This next song portrays me perfectly," Danny laughed as Joe and I put our Strats on and walked about three steps down from the stage while Cliff counted us in again. Joe and I traded off the first two lines and then did a unison part before Danny walked out toward the edge of the wall and sang Ian Gillan's lyrics about experiencing a general unwillingness to work for a living. Joe and I walked out to the other wall and he faced front while I leaned into his back before we all scampered back next to John so he could do a solo n his B-3. Joe and I then skipped back up on  top of both walls as I hammered out the double stops of "Burn," which was punctuated by more columns of flame while we shifted into the main rhythm pattern. For the solo, Joe and I did it in harmony which made it sound more melodic and much cooler. Plus it underlined how tight our band was. Danny shouted, "anyone have any plans this weekend?" and we went headlong into "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting." John tore it up on his electric piano as we drove it perhaps harder than Elton would have liked.

"You know, the more you cheer for us the longer this assembly will last1" Danny teased while Joe picked up his Les Paul and he and I walked about halfway out on the walls and as soon as Joe, Pete's and my picks struck the first note of "Wishin' Well," the flash pots went off once more and, after the second chorus, I replicated Gary Moore's solo on his cover of the tune, doing little whammy tricks on my Strat and even a quick little tapping thing or two before we took it home. Joe and I retreated back to the main stage so Danny could get all the attention while he strutted around on "Can't Get Enough."

Donny introduced the band members and John introduced Danny, who said, "this is our last song of the morning, people. Feels weird to say that since we usually play at night, but this is by UFO. Melody, gimme some mama!" he nattered as I stood out near the end of the top of the left wall with my white Flying V and, with John doing a quick little intro, I stepped up and slowly plucked out the wonderfully melodic and expressive Michael Schenker guitar line before the flash bombs went off on the last section of the intro where the full band came in to build it up further. As soon as we transitioned into the rhythm pattern, the flash pots went off repeatedly before the vocal, covering the front of the audience in a mild but pleasantly sulfuric smelling cloud. Then they went off again at the "livin', lovin', out on the run," bits in the song before Danny finished the last line. I did the solo while Danny playfully held the mic stand against my neck and then strutted off to do the last part of the vocal, the song concluding with another hail of pyro.

The students had been behind us, though not exactly rabidly (it was way too early in the day for that) and shouted for an encore. We actually still had about five minutes left since we had charged through the tunes at slightly higher tempos than we anticipated. We were thus permitted to come back on for "Freebird." I had duct taped my slide to the top of one of my amps and pulled if off after I had donned my white Explorer, and flipped the wadded tape away as John did a little piano line. I.strode back out to the top of the wall and kicked off the intro guitar part and both Joe and I held our guitars up as we did the circular lead fills toward the end before the final end solo that closed amid more flaming volleys from our flash pots. We played a phenomenal set and walked into the rear staging area feeling exhuberant.

The morning was cool and misty, but all of us worked up a pretty good sweat and Joe, Pete and I went into the gym to shower and change while Cliff and Danny headed to their schools and John went home. Since it was going to be nearly 90 degrees, I emerged wearing just jean shorts, a halter top, a bra, no panties and flip flops. We all missed most of the last part of the assembly while we cleaned ourselves up. Then I paid off our road crew as they started load out.

The first three periods were shortened by 30 minutes to allow for the time the assembly took. When I walked into my first class of the day, one of two English classes I had that semester, a couple of my fellow students told me I looked amazing and the band cooked. Having to shift from the excitement of playing in front of more than 2,000 people to the routine boredom of the classroom initially took a little getting used to.

A couple days later, a student I didn't know came up to me and said he wanted the band to play a backyard party he was having that weekend. Not a lot of warning there. I told him it would cost him $150 up front for two hours exclusive of set up and breakdown time and if the cops break it up before we've finished our set, no matter if it's one second after we start or one second before we finish, we still keep all the money. I thought that would drive him off, but it didn't. A lot of kids want to look like big shots and I guess the money was worth it to him. We would break even on the deal. Jim agreed to work security for us, but was under strict instructions to not intervene in anything, even fights, that didn't involve the band or its equipment. I didn't ask Bobby and Nick to do this one because I didn't want them going to jail for hitting on underage girls. As I expected, when we did the gig, the constabulary turned up a little over half an hour in and told us to shut it down for the night, which, of course, we did. Our crew had things torn down in no time and we left. Jim and I showered together and he fucked me from behind as the water spray washed over us while I braced myself on one wall of the shower stall. When we got to bed, I gave him a massage and a blowjob and we went to sleep.

Two weeks later, we did the junior high gig, which was really, really lame. Bunch of awkward kids not sure enough of themselves to generate any real energy.

We had a much better time the following day, which was a Saturday, at the biker rally. There were thousands of people there from all over the western U.S., most of the people seemingly unaffiliated. There was only one major motorcycle gang that showed up and that was because the rally was on their turf. The stage setup was much better than I expected. It was really well thought out and our road crew had little trouble getting things ready.

While the road crew was doing their thing, Jim, who was in full denim and leather regalia, and I, who was in the black version of the stage outfit I wore the first day of school, were hanging out in the small backstage area with a lot of other people around when he told me to give him a blowjob. I went right to my knees, pulled his cock out and gave it a righteous licking and sucking until he spooged a major load down my throat. It was pretty obvious that he was doing two things: showing who wore the pants in our relationship and marking his territory. It was kinda weird but sort of hot at the same time. The other band members saw this, though they never said anything to me about it. I guess they figured it was just rock and roll in the 1970's.

We went on at 1 p.m. with "Born to be Wild," which was followed by Blue Oyster Cult's "Hot Rails to Hell." Danny greeted the audience and then we went into "Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers" and piggybacked "Gimme Three Steps" on it. After another of Danny's stage raps, we did "We're an American Band," "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting" and "Search and Destroy."

Riverside County is hot and smoggy a lot of the year and I had two full water bottles next to the drum riser just to get through the first of our pair of two hour sets and the rest of the band did likewise. We slowed things down with "Keep Yourself Alive" and "All the Way from Memphis," which we paired with "All the Young Dudes." From there we went uptempo with "Lazy" and "Speed King" and that is basically how we would structure it, clusters of fast-slow/midtempo-fast so that we could pace ourselves. By the end of the first set, we were all drenched in sweat. I had Jim throw a bucket of water over me when I got off stage. I had gone through most of the contents of the two water bottles. Now there would be a two hour break, during which I continued to hydrate myself and eat to try to replace the electrolytes I lost.

I was especially concerned about Cliff, though all he wore during the set was a pair of shorts. He even drummed barefoot, so the heat was able to escape his body better than me or Joe, who had most of our bodies covered. I made sure he hydrated and ate. Jim persuaded him to also get splashed with buckets of water. He had downed two full bottles of water and took three with him up on stage when we came back on at five. Thankfully, it was cooling off. We opened with the four song acoustic set and followed that with "Ballroom Blitz," "Rock and Roll" and "Highway Star." After Danny dazzled (?) the crowd with more of his banter, it was into "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath," "Rebel Rebel" and "Cross Eyed Mary."

We weren't allowed to use any pyro due to the threat of brush fires, unfortunately. By now, it was getting to be dusk and the marine layer that rolled in across Southern California felt amazing on our bodies. We steamed through the rest of the set, wrapping it up with "La Grange," "Burn" and, after Danny introduced us  (I got a rousing cheer, btw), we ended our day with "Freebird."

Even with the air temperature cooling, it was still in the high 70's and I needed to be drenched again at the end of it. My outfit felt disgusting on me and I stripped down to just my bra and panties because of it. Jim walked me out to my car past God only knows how many people and that was how I drove home.

When I finally got there about 45 minutes later, I put the check in my purse (which I had left behind, taking only my driver's license, my Visa card and about $50) and gulped down a couple glasses of water and ate a banana for the potassium before I took a real long shower. I dried myself off, threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (no underwear) and went to Del Taco because I was too tired to want to make anything. Then after I removed my clothes again, I chased that meal with some ice cream and went to bed. I woke up two hours later to the sound of the road crew moving our gear into the house. Jim came over about an hour after that while I was replacing all the strings on the guitars I used and lavishing some additional tlc on them. He was as spent as I was because he had been at the venue since early in the morning. He took a shower and we slept naked together (as was our custom) as peacefully as we ever had.