She's a Blonde
"Honestly, I'm fine, babes, I'm just tired from last night." Said Ginny Weasley, staring at herself in the green-room mirror.
"Alright, but I'm over here with a doubleshot espresso if you need me." Said Alice with a smile and a poke to Ginny's ribs. Alice played bass in the band, and sometimes, when Ginny was being honest with herself, she thought that she liked Alice best of all the people she'd met in the muggle world.
Ginny sometimes looked at herself for a while in the mirrors backstage before she went onstage, and tonight was the same as ever. She saw long, straight red hair, tired eyes, and more freckles than she could count. Pushing her hair back from her face, Ginny sighed and went to work.
"Hey, Hermione, are you sure this is the right place?" Said Harry, looking up skeptically at the marquee. It was just like the sort of place nobody would expect miss priss Hermione Granger to like, which, of course, was just how she liked it. Nobody would ever find her there.
"Yeah, Harry," she said with a smirk, "I'm sure."
Hermione had been to the Alligator before, but Harry never had, and she knew there wouldn't be time later. She knew what was coming, and she also knew that it wouldn't be safe. 'For now,' she would think, 'we'll keep this for now.'
Inside was a raucous mess, like always. That was sort of why Ginny liked the place. She and the band played other clubs around the city, but this was her favorite. It was low key, simple. Ginny liked them grunge and dirty; it made her feel at home.
That was what Alex had always called her, from the day they met in his friends' old garage. He'd said that she had looked like she wasn't real, like she was from somewhere else. Dollface.
Turning around to sling her arms around his neck, Ginny said "Hey, babes. I thought you were with Jet in the wings."
"Nah. You know how he gets before a show. Antsy ain't my shit, man."
Laughing, Ginny said "Yeah, he'll crawl out of his skin before he lets you in peace."
"You look tired, babes."
Ginny looked away and dislodged an arm to run her hand haphazardly through her hair.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Not enough sleep, you know."
"Are you ever gonna tell us?"
Ginny paused a moment, thinking of what it would be like if she did. It would feel good. It would be like being free, like she didn't have to carry it anymore. If Alex knew, he would understand.
But, it wasn't like she'd never thought of it before, and she had- she thought about it often. And she knew she couldn't. The statute of secrecy was fucking her up.
"One day, when it's over." She said, looking at him straight on. And he knew he had to believe her.
"Right. Lets get on with the fuckin' show, yeah dollface?" He said, finding again his boyish charm.
Punching him in the arm, which was somewhat difficult given her position, Ginny said "Fuck yeah." With a grin, and leaned forward to kiss him quickly on the corner of his mouth before running off to find Alice.
"This place isn't very much like the last one you took me to." Said Harry over the din inside the club.
"Of course not." Said Hermione reasonably. "I couldn't very well just dump you in the deep end, could I?"
Then, the lights dimmed in the club, the volume rose, and a girl walked out on stage.
The lights then went up as far as any self-respecting club in London would ever allow, and the girl said, "Hey how's everybody doing tonight?"
The crowd got louder, yelling, and tossing cheers up and over the many, many heads.
"Hey!" Yelled the girl, louder than before, and said, "I said hows everybody fuckin' doing tonight?"
The crowd wend mad for her, and Harry and Hermione found themselves being jostled left and right, everyone getting closer to the stage to see the band, who had walked on stage during the applause.
Harry looked over at Hermione being jostled like hell through the crowd, and saw her grinning.
Then, the girl laughed, and Harry thought for a second that she looked sort of familiar, but dismissed it, thinking it would be ridiculous that he'd know anyone from muggle London.
Then, the girl said something and Harry made himself pay attention.
"Hey hey everybody we're Brighton Rock and we're about to fuck you up. Hit it, Jet."
The room exploded with sound and Harry heard her first words right out over the crowd-
"I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
they're gonna rip it off
takin' their time right behind my back."
Hermione was completely enthused and taken with the girl's performance, and began to drag Harry closer to the stage to jump with the rest of the crowd, and soon enough, they were standing just a couple of people away from the stage.
Harry looked up again to watch the girl gyrating and pumping her foot to the beat when she looked up and over the crowd.
"What the fuck." Said Harry, recognizing her, and not quite believing his eyes.
Hermione hadn't heard, and kept dancing to the music, but stopped when she noticed that Harry had gone still.
"What is it Harry?" She got in close so he could hear her.
"It's Ginny." He said, into her ear.
Comprehension dawned slowly on Hermione, who had perhaps had one too many shots of tequila before the show, and she looked up to the stage again.
"Yeah, holy fuck!"
"And the message coming from my eyes says leave me alone."
And then, looking back up at the stage, Hermione just laughed, and laughed, and began to dance again. And so did Harry.
Ginny loved the stage. She loved it so much that she jittered every night before she walked out onstage, and she was still buzzing when she got to the microphone and asked the crowd how they were feeling.
She loved that part, truly, but what she lived for, well, it was for the rush of calm. The first note Alice played, and the wash of silence just before she sang the first note. It was her escape, and fuck knew she needed one.
"Alright ladies and gents, we're gonna end it in the eighties tonight with a song I think you're all gonna like.
The lights dimmed, and Ginny felt bright, alive, and shiny. She was free, free from everything that wanted to get her, and free from the horrors of reality. Right then, all she had to be was spectacular.
She looked up and across the crowd, opened her eyes, and sang.
"Color me your color baby,
color me your car."
The noise in the crowd rocketed upward, and Ginny looked sideways at Alex, who was pounding out power chords and smirking at her.
"Color me your color, darling,
I know who you are."
Alice walked up to play beside her for the next couple lines, and then they both leaned into Ginny's mic and sang.
"Call me! On the line,
Call me, any any time."
-She looked back out to the crowd, and then-