She’s been with the crew for two years and is great with handling the
crowd and their money. Her squad, Brad, Stevie, Raquel, and Lacey, will be
traveling in bus number two.”
Bus number two is also known as the crew
bus with twelve bunks, one bathroom, and a small living area. It’s the bus I
thought I'd be on until Doug informed me I was riding with the band. I’ve
ridden with bands before so it’s nothing new, but knowing I’ll be sharing a
small space with Wolf makes my stomach churn.
Terese and I are following Doug backstage
when someone alerts him over his radio that Wolf has just arrived. We approach
security, where Doug hands me a radio and places wolf stickers on our badges.
“What are these?” Terese asks.
I laugh. “The All Access badges only get
us in the main backstage area, on the side stage, and into VIP. The stickers
get us anywhere else we want to go.” I wink at her as her eyes glow with pride.
“Haven't you ever been backstage?”
She laughs. “Not with free rein like this
at a show like Wolf’s. I handle the smaller events and radio shows mostly.”
“Come on. Let’s say hi to the band.” We
walk out to the stage where the roadies are testing the instruments and
microphones. Wolf is nowhere to be found yet, so we hang back and wait.
A familiar face approaches us, a pretty
blonde in her early twenties like me, all done up. The radio badge gives her
away, and my memory chugs to life. “Jenn,” I exclaim with mock enthusiasm. It’s
my job to network with the radio personalities since we sometimes need them to
help out with local hookups—and I don’t mean the sexual kind. Unfortunately,
girls like Jenn get it wrong. I’m not particularly fond of her because of her
reputation. I dated a rock star, so I can’t judge too much, but that’s so much
different than a quick bang before getting kicked away and forgotten. How can
anyone seek that sort of thing out?
Jenn’s smile is warm and bright, making
me wonder if her reputation is undeserved. “I can’t believe it’s you, Lyric.
Are you on tour with Wolf?”
I nod. “I am, but I’m not working this
show. Just hanging out. This is my friend, Terese,” I say, pulling her forward.
The girls greet each other. “Doug runs the show tonight. He hands over the
reins after that, and we’re off to Raleigh. How are you?”
Jenn waves her arms around, her eyes
wide. “Couldn’t be better. This is the show we’ve been waiting for since we
heard about it. Wolf has become the hottest thing in San Diego. I can’t wait to
see him again.”
The way she says this with a wiggle of
her eyebrows confirms my theory about her reputation—and his.
Jenn gives me a mock empathetic look, and
I know what she’s about to say. Here it comes. “I have to say, I’m surprised to
see you here. After that last disaster.” She makes a face. “I’m so sorry to
hear about that.”
Everyone in the industry knows about my
latest breakup. The media and the fans, not so much. Tony made sure to keep a
seal on all relationship drama, for fear that it would affect his tour. I
complied, because I didn’t want the drama either. Still, it’s totally shitty
that my heartbreak was on display for my peers. It’s the one awful part of
being so close to the industry and one of the many awful things about dating a
rock star. There is no privacy.
“That’s not going to keep me from the
music, Jenn. C’mon, you should know better than that.” I keep up my smile,
although it’s the last thing I want to be doing now. She’s just poisoned the
conversation.
“Hey.” Her eyes widen as if in
afterthought, but I know better. “If you can help me snag an interview with
Wolf, I would owe you big time. He wasn’t able to come in to the station today,
and his fans would love to hear from him.”
“Sure, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Lyric, we need to go. Sound check is
almost ready to start.” Terese tugs me away this time. “Great to meet you,
Jenn.