Frank said. “ More shows.
Radio shows. What do I do if they start calling asking about Jake? ”
“ It
was one show, ” Jake said. “ A bad decision, okay? I ’ m sorry. ”
“ Sorry, ” Frank said and shook his head. “ Every time I turn around it ’ s something else. ”
“ That ’ s what you get when you deal
with rockstars, ” Trent
said.
Frank slammed the door shut and the
car started to move.
Jake looked past the band out to
the audience he had abandoned. The crowd was still massive and when they
spotted the limo, they went crazy again. Screaming, reaching, wanting another
chance at the band.
“ I
feel like an ass, ” Jake
said a minute into the ride.
“ Keep
going, ” Mack said.
“ Screw
off. ”
“ Yeah? ” Mack asked. He made a fist. “ Say that again. ”
“ Hey, ” Trent said and put his arm out. “ Give him a chance. ”
“ What
the hell is this? ” Luke
asked. “ It wasn ’ t even a month ago that I was
trying to pry you two apart from killing each other. Now you ’ re best friends. What gives? ”
“ Chloe, ” Jake said.
The limo iced over. Everyone knew
the name and the saga. The band suffered through the first time with Chloe. And
now it was happening again. Only now there was more at stake here. This wasn ’ t some band trying to find their
way. Fallen Tuesday was the band. People depended on them. From Frank to
record executives to sales teams to promoters, venues, and everyone who worked
the shows.
This was serious now.
Big time serious.
“ Chloe? ” Mack asked. “ That bitch? ”
“ Hey, ” Jake said. “ Cool it. ”
“ Oh,
no way, ” Gray said. “ You ’ re still with her. ”
“ I ’ m in trouble, guys, ” Jake said. “ Trent knows the truth, but I
have to tell everyone. ”
“ Give
it a few minutes, ” Trent
said. “ Until we get to the
hotel. We ’ re almost there. ”
The silent limo ride gave Jake time
to think about what he would say. He worried about the band ’ s reaction though. They were his
brothers and that meant if Jake was connected to Chloe then the band would be
connected to her. They ’ d
have to find a way to make their peace with her, for the sake of Jake and the
baby.
The baby.
Good hell...
The band was about to drop an album
and Jake had to save a place in his mind and heart for a baby. It felt so wrong
and by the time the band made it to the hotel, Jake wished he had just come to
the hotel alone for a boozed filled late afternoon into the night.
When the limo stopped, Trent opened
the door. They climbed their way out and someone immediately screamed their
names. Jake turned and saw a small group of fans running at the band. It was
amazing how loyal and smart their fans were. It wouldn ’ t shock Jake if there was a group of fans near
every hotel in town, hoping to be the lucky ones that picked the right hotel.
“ We ’ ve got company, ” Jake said.
“ You
going to run? ” Mack asked.
Jake stepped toward Mack. Luke put
a hand between them. “ Want
to fight each other in front of our fans? ”
“ No, ” Mack said. “ I want to meet these fans and
thank them for their loyalty. ”
“ I
feel the same, ” Jake said.
The fans were just feet away. Three
women and two men. All wearing Fallen Tuesday t-shirts and holding cell phones,
posters, and markers.
The band waited and took as many
pictures as asked. They signed everything asked, too. They engaged in
conversation with the guys while two of the three women stood there in complete
shock. The other woman had her face down in her phone, probably texting and
posting the pictures.
Jake noticed it and felt his
insides grumble. This would result in the hotel probably being swarmed sooner
than later with more fans hoping to meet the band. That meant when Fallen
Tuesday left the hotel, they ’ d
need extra security.
Once the band said their goodbyes
to the lucky fans, they went into the hotel. The walk up the steps was in
complete silence as a man in