Three Words: A Novella Collection by Lindy Dale Read Free Book Online

Georgia had her
knickers in a twist. Henry had invited her . She would just
ignore the other girl’s rudeness.
    As she walked
over to the curtained door, Daisy noticed a few other people with
VIP tags around their necks. Her shoulders relaxed at seeing they
were wearing jeans and tops similar to her own. Though no one had a
vintage blue velvet jacket like Daisy’s she was satisfied that she
wasn’t going to be labeled as the dork from the country. Paired
with a simple white t, a strand of blue and red twisted beads
around her neck, denims and her high-heeled boots, she looked very
‘rock chic’ indeed. Well, that’s what Avery had said when Daisy
sent her a picture before leaving. And from the looks that others
were giving her, it looked like she’d been right.
    When Daisy
reached the VIP tent, she spotted Georgia standing in the entrance
checking people’s names off on a clipboard. The other girl was
dressed in black ~ it seemed to be her trademark ~ and she had a
pleasant smile plastered on her face. Not at all like the scowl
she’d greeted Daisy with the night before. Maybe it had been a bad
day? Daisy certainly wouldn’t have been happy if Jack had rung for
a lift from across the countryside in the middle of the night. In
the early days, before her spirit had been dented, she would have
told him to find his own way home, especially if he’d been out with
his mates. It was possible she’d misjudged the other girl.
    Daisy watched
as Georgia made polite chit chat with patrons, her high-pitched
laugh sounding like the tinkle of fairy bells. It was easy to see
why Henry would fall for a girl like that. She really was very
glamorous, with a tight black Hawk Moon t-shirt emblazoning her
chest, black skinny jeans and a pair of the heels the size of the
AMP building in the city ~ which she appeared to have no trouble at
all walking in. She’d curled her long dark hair too, holding it
back with a huge black jet clip to reveal the biggest dangliest
black earrings Daisy had ever seen. A sweep of eyeliner over silver
glittered shadow enhanced her round doll eyes completing the
look.
    At last Daisy
reached the front of the line. Georgia looked up from her
clipboard.
    “ Well, hello. Daisy, isn’t it? How nice of you to come.” From
the way her mouth had morphed from over-enthused to irritated in
the blink of her lash extensions, Daisy guessed she wasn’t that
happy about her being there at all. The smiles had all been for
show.
    “ Henry invited me.”
    Georgia’s lips
pressed together. She sighed as if having to organise one extra
person for the tent was the trial of a lifetime. “Yes. I know. Now,
why don’t you pop inside? Refreshments and dinner are being served.
Henry will be along in ten minutes or so to sign autographs and
such. Please don’t expect that he’ll have any time to talk to you.
He’s here to say thank you to his fans, not to hang around with
you.”
    Daisy opened
her mouth to say she was one of Henry’s biggest fans, had been
since his first single ‘Love Like This,’ but she held her tongue
and walked into the tent.
    *****
    It was half an
hour of torture before Daisy got to see Henry again. Standing next
to the bar while she waited, she felt extremely out of place
despite the fact that she was dressed ‘appropriately’. Some of the
other women were wearing Hawk Moon t-shirts from his last
Australian tour and one die-hard had his name tattooed on top of
her arm, just near her shoulder. They were all slim and very good
looking, as if they’d been picked from a model agency to make Daisy
feel self-conscious. Which she did. Daisy hated being in crowds
especially when she didn’t know anyone. Though living on the farm
was her choice, she had to admit she’d lost touch with the real
world. She felt as if everyone was looking at her, wondering how
the hell she could even afford to pay for the VIP package. Still,
it was worth it if she was going to see Henry again and watch his
show.
    After a