Liz's Visiting (standard:romance, 2453 words)
Author: Freya Griffin	Added: Oct 13 2002	Views/Reads: 3638/2435	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Liz's visit to Zac and the Sinking Ed (edited) This is the first of the series.

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'Hmm. I didn't really notice. He has more tattoos then I could
comprehend. So she has brown hair huh? You know what she looks like?' 

'Not really, but we can make a sign for her. Liz DiMarco, and she would
come to us' 

'Ok then' 

They got at the bus station pretty early so they had to wait for half an
hour or so. They sat at one of the many benches, speculating on what 
Liz DiMarco would look like. They've seen Laettner 
so-called-girlfriend. Her name was Georgette Hannigan, some TV star. 
Young, blonde, slim, big tits, Hollywood standard for beauty. Rumor had 
it that it was just for publication. The crew didn't really like her 
and tend to disappear if she's around. She's bossy, probably because 
she was very famous, nominated for Emmy, they heard. It's good she 
didn't come around too much. 

Nat Gibson thought miss DiMarco would be some gothic girl, with at least
one piercing on her tongue, leather boots, heavy eye make up. There's 
also some possibilities that Liz DiMarco would be just one of those 
blonde Barbies, with deadly curves wrapped in 
bright-colored-vinyl-barely-there outfits that reveals everything but 
her pubic hair (because it's neatly waxed of course). 

'No, she looked ok to me in the photo' 

'You said it was too small you hardly made out her nose' 

'I don't know, sweet looking, I think' 

'You never know how old that picture is. Maybe she was his high school
friend and it was taken from the old days' 

'Yeah, you're right. So, we're looking for a Goth girl here?' 

'Or a bleached Barbie' 

Nat Gibson shrugged. Zac Filmore had a very distinctive look that it's
hard not to imagine this girl would look too far from it. He had at 
least 15 visible tattoos on his body, and about 10 piercing that Nat 
could count up so far. These were what Nat Gibson could see when she 
had to dress the boys up and people were running around half-naked in 
the dressing room. They said he had a dragon tattooed on his genital, 
and also some piercing there, but Gibson was too repulsed on the mental 
images to even try and prove the rumors. 

The bus they were waiting for had arrived. One by one the passenger got
off, getting their baggage, looking tired. A girl with dark blonde hair 
got off. She had with her one small travelling suitcase. She looked 
anxious, looking around and checked her wristwatch. 

'Hey, hey, Nat. You think that's her?' 

'Could be', They waved the sign they made hastily in a piece of paper to
the girl anxiously. The girl approached them. 

She was nothing like what Gibson had imagined her to be. She looked like
a young sophisticated college grad. Wearing khaki pants and a white 
shirt, Gibson loved her taste before she even knew her. 

'Liz? Liz DiMarco?' 

She smiled brightly. Crenz now see what Filmore saw in this girl. She
looked sophisticated, energetic, casual, lovable. 'Yes, that's me. Did 
Zac sent you guys? ' 'Yes indeed, he did. Now come this way. Let me get 
that for you', Jack Crenz took her luggage and lead the way. 

'Hi. I'm Nat Gibson, and this is Jack Crenz' 

'Nice to meet you', she shook their hands, smiling. They got to the car
and drove away, back to the motel. 

'They are probably going for their checksound by now. You want to meet
him first, or going somewhere before we go to the motel and checked you 
in?' 

'Hmm, let's go to see them first, please?' 

'Okay', Crenz turned the wheel the other way. Sinking Ed was to perform
in a nightclub called Rushton tonight. 

'How did you get to know Zac Filmore?', Gibson satisfied her curiosity. 

'Oh, we used to have a band back home. That was 8 years ago before he
was playing for Sinking Ed. He played the guitar and I was one of the 
singers', she explained. No wonder she radiates, Crenz thought. She was 
a vocalist. Vocalists have this gift to attract a lot of attentions to 
them solely. 

'Wow. The band still on?' 

'No, we got busy, and one by one got married. So that's the end of our
music career, but Zac went on. Which is good. Look at him now', she 
beamed with proud when she said it. Gibson was amazed, how cute, she 
thought. 

'What you guys played anyway?', Crenz asked. 

'Mainstream pop, the top 40's stuff. Sometimes some oldies because we
played at wedding parties' 

Gibson and Crenz found themselves looking at each other and tried hard
not laugh. 'Pop? Top 40's? In wedding parties? Now this is something 
new. What did he look like then?' 

'Just what he looks like right now, only with less tattoo and only one
piercing, on his eyebrow. He hadn't change much this passed decade' 

They spontaneously tried to imagine the Zac Filmore they know, younger,
with fewer tattoos, one piercing on his eyebrow, with the trademark 
frowning expression. They each turned out with weird looking mental 
images and giggled quietly. 

'So you two had been together for 8 years now?' 

'No. Only started out last Christmas. It was on this annual party we had
back home, and somehow everything clicked just like that', she snapped 
her fingers. 

There were so many things they didn't know about Zac Filmore and they
asked the girl so many questions they had to held themselves back from 
making miss DiMarco felt interrogated. 

Seeing Liz DiMarco alone was quiet a surprise, especially seeing her
with Zac Filmore. Beauty and the Beast weren't the right word to 
describe the couple. It was quite odd-looking scene still. Him, tall, 
skinny, the spiky hair, sweaty, wearing only his shorts-it was a hot 
day-showing his sweaty tattoos. And her, looking slightly pale from the 
trip, the khaki pants Gibson loved so much, the white shirt, her tied 
up dark blonde hair, her brown leather loafers, she looked like a 
journalist, or his baby sister, or even his shrink. She stayed close to 
him almost all the time. And he would occasionally turned his head to 
look at her. Gibson was almost hysterical, thinking that it was just 
the sweetest thing she saw. Crenz thought Gibson suffered too much sun 
exposure. 

Liz was to accompany them throughout the summer. From then on Zac asked
to be put in a separated room from the boys because Liz was staying 
with him, naturally. The crew could see that Laettner was a little bit 
jealous and called Georgette Hannigan to see if she could come and 
visit him when they stopped somewhere in Virginia. She couldn't, was 
too busy, but she promised she would try her best. 

Liz and Nat Gibson soon became close friends. Nat Gibson was the only
one who was not married, or divorced, between all the 5 women who were 
on the road crew. So having Liz to talk to was a great relieve. She was 
immediately an idol for Gibson. 

'What you do for life actually?' 

'I'm a freelance writer' 

'Yeah? Does that pay good?' 

'Hmm, enough for living alone I guess. Right now Zac made more money
then me for the passed three years altogether' 

'What do you see in him? Beside him being mysterious?', asked Gibson
curiously. 

'Mysterious? He doesn't talk a lot, so I suppose he is, isn't he?' 

'He is the only one we never could figure out the mood chart' 

'Mood chart?' 

'Yeah. All stars have them. Take Laettner for example, if media
mentioned him, he's happy, if media mentioned he sucks, he pisses off. 
If media mentioned nothing, he pisses off. He had to be the last one 
entering, whether it's on stage, on an interview, even in the johns. 

'Brian Kradler-the guitarist-likes to think himself as the antique. He
swears on almost everything. Has this fascination about feathers and 
girls. He's got the most piercing then the rest put altogether. Got 
tough when you have to powder him up for camera. 

'Cain Danson's the brain. He held most of the synthesizer effect, he
plays the piano, he plays the guitar, he sings the additional back up. 
Everything is his business. He made most of the comments, he befriend 
almost all famous musician we came across, the perfectionist' 

'And Zac?' 

'The quiet one. He hardly talk you know. We saw him joking around with
the other guys, or talk briefly with the crew regarding his drum set or 
schedule, but we don't think he actually talks you know' 

Liz giggled. 'He talks. But you have to get very close to him to be able
to listen. He talks with this infrasonic voice only elephants could 
hear it' 

The girls laughed. 

'He's just him. It was hard to know what's going on in his mind
sometimes. Especially when he never told you anything. It took him five 
years to finally asked me out', Liz confessed. 

'What?' 

'He told me himself. I couldn't say no when he finally did. It was kind
of awkward the first few weeks. But we're adjusting right now. That's 
why am here for the summer' 

Zac Filmore had this tattoo read LIZ on his left ribcage, near the
heart. He made it after they had their first date. Liz finally saw it a 
couple of weeks later when they had sex for the first time. She broke 
up in laughter and tears at the same time Zac thought he had insulted 
her and asked if he should erase the tattoo. She explained that no one 
had ever had her name tattooed on their body before. 

'I would tattoo my penis for you, if you like. Put your full name down
there' 

'The whole Elizabeth Rose DiMarco?', Liz giggled. 

'Well, maybe we could cut it short into Elizabeth R DiMarco so it would
fit', Liz laughed so hard the bed shook. 

She made him promised it would be his last tattoo. He said he would make
another one or two when they have kids. 

'Where you going to put them?' 

He pointed the spots under the gothic cross on his chest. The right and
the left side of the cross. 

'They'd be my lungs' 

Liz was so touched she almost cried. 'What if we have seventeen
children?' 

'I'd look like a shopping list then', which made her broke in laughter.
And Liz knew she loves this man. 


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