#5

A bit piecey, a bit messy, a bit of this and that… but hey… it’s a update. One that was a long time coming apparently lol.


Max’s POV


The guys were surprised to say the least, but their strange glanced and concerned stares didn’t bother me in the least. Nothing could touch me tonight, I was the unstoppable.
I knew that this didn’t mean anything, there were still a million ways that things could go wrong or screw up. But I had a schedule folded neatly in my pocket, and right now, that was good enough for me.

I continued my solo-celebratory-dance around the bar, brining my hand down to my pocket every few feet to make sure that I could still feel the folded square of paper below the denim.
A few times I tricked myself into believing that I had lost it, but I was confident enough that even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Her touring schedule was burned into my memory.

She would be in Ottawa this Thursday… this Thursday and I was going to meet her there. The thought was lifting enough to carry me up towards the VIP section; where I plunked myself down in-between Jordan and Tanger. “What a great fucking night, eh boys? Damn… it’s gonna be a good week. A great fuckin’ week.” I smiled, glancing back and forth between them.

“I think I liked him more when he was moppy…” Tanger sighed, shaking his head and sliding away from me on the couch.

Jordan nodded and squeezed Jodie’s knee. “I agree, what the fuck did you do to him anyway?”

Jodie glanced past her boyfriend, raising a delicate eyebrow in my direction. “You mean they don’t know that Max Talbot is saving himself for a certain young lady in Canada?”

“Saving? What is he saving for her? The luck lady that takes his total into four-digits?” Jordan laughed, earning a loud round of appreciation from the guys around us.

I exhaled loudly, refusing to let their attitudes bring me down, Maxime Talbot was on top of the world tonight… and it was going to take a lot more than that to ruin my high.

I smiled in spit of their taunts, leaning back on the couch and relaxing as the beat of the bass washed over me. I had two more days before I got back to Canada. What I was going to do, I really wasn’t sure… but I knew one thing; I wasn’t leaving without some kind of answer.


Juliette’s POV


Monique was gazing at me like I had three heads, but I didn’t care. In another week I would be back in Montreal and then I could head to the arena to watch the Habs play hockey, and hopefully find my mystery man again.

I couldn’t get his smile, his swagger, his face, or his contagious laugh out of my head; but I didn’t really want to anyway.
I wondered what he’d be like when we finally saw each other, if he’d even remember me… or if he’d think I was stalking him.

I was, after all, kind of stalking him…

“I can’t believe you would throw away a chance at a good relationship over some guy you met once in an airport.” She complained, again.

“Monique, please. Haven’t we talked about this enough? I just want to sleep… we have a big show tomorrow in Ottawa, our biggest yet… I just want to be ready for it.” I sighed, trying to avoid the conversation for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“Quoi que. C’est votre vie! Do with it as you will… I just hate to see you in here by yourself when you could be out having a good time…
What will you do if he doesn’t care about you?” She added, suddenly stopping by the door on her way out. “What if he sees you and thinks ’so what… who is she to me?’”

I shrugged as I rolled over on the hotel bed, trying to ignore how upset that concept made me. I heard her sigh as the door clicked open, before it clicked again; closing. “It’s not like that.” I said allowed, to no one other than myself. I knew it was foolish to carry on this way but, I had felt something… really felt something. Didn’t that mean he had to feel something too?

I tried not to think about it as I feel asleep, but all I could hear was his song in my head, and the image of his smile lulling me, as I drifted off.



The Alibi was even fuller than I expected; the civilians of Ottawa having shown up in droves to attend the performance of our band, and two other local groups. I took a deep breath as I walked onto the stage, readying myself for the biggest show of our tour.

“Hello everyone! My name is Juliette Laroque… and we’re going to play some songs for you… I hope you enjoy them!”


Max’s POV


I could hardly contain myself as she strutted onto the stage, her casual nature and care-free confidence only increasing the attraction that I had initially felt for her.

She moved with such grace and sureness that I found myself forgetting to blink as she made long, flowing movements across the stage; interrupted only when she picked up a guitar to play a few, deep, moving notes.

I could feel Sidney’s hand reaching out to grab my arm anytime she stopped singing; his way of trying to subtly keep me in my seat. But that didn’t stop me from whistling and cheering every time they switched for a new set.
She was more than I remembered; worth every sleepless night and every minute spent coming here.
“Max please!” Tyler finally complained as I pulled myself out of Crosby’s grasp and jumped up, clapping my hands frantically.

“Jesus… did you guys see that? Hear that? She’s amazing!” I found myself calling loudly, before pushing a few fingers into my mouth and letting out a loud, piercing whistle.

She bowed, gave a polite nod, then disappeared behind the stage. “We gotta… go back, come on guys!” I yelled, taking off and leaving them behind me.

“Max, wait!” Someone called, but I was to far to figure out who it was, the distance between us expanding rapidly as I was swallowed up by the crowd.

“Hey! Hey you!” I yelled, rushing forward to grab onto the arm of the guy that had just been playing guitar with Juliette. “You’re in the band with Juliette?” I asked, yelling into his ear so he could hear me over the music. Even with the added volume her name still felt like velvet as it ran across my lips.

He nodded, bringing his face closer to me. “Ya, you friends with her or something?”

I shrugged, not really sure what to say without sounding like I was crazy. “No like… I met her… I play hockey and-”

“Oh! Say no more… Max, right?” He smiled knowingly as he patted me on the shoulder. “She was asking about you none stop!” He chuckled, glancing behind him to see where Juliette was.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, a little taken aback. Normally people knew who I was but in this context, something felt off.

“Maxime Fabert? She was asking about you a while ago… I honestly think she’s in love with you-”

I cut him off before he could finish. “That’s not me… My name’s max but… I’m not Max Fabert…”

His face became apologetic immediately. “Sorry man, that’s the breaks I guess… she’s just really into that Fabert guy right now. But I mean, I can take you back if you want to say hi anyway…?” He added, giving me a sad smile.

I shook my head and tried to wave his pity away. “Don’t worry about it… it’s not like I came all the way here to see her or anything, you know? She’s just ah… someone I was gonna say hi too but… whatever….”
He gave me one last smile before turning around and heading away from me, leaving me alone; feeling like the worlds biggest idiot.