the rest of the band?”
“Yes, we all met for lunch and then continued a tour around the city. We did a private van tour and got to see all the sights: Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, The Tower Bridge, you know, all the typical touristy things. We had a great day. Chandler’s been here before, but none of the rest of us have. I think she enjoyed sharing them with KeeMac.”
“Yeah, I suppose I have her adoptive parents to thank for that. If nothing else, they did see she traveled and was well-educated,” Ryder said with a thoughtful tone. Peri knew he was sad that he missed Chandler’s entire life, her teenaged birthmother’s pregnancy hidden from him when he was only eighteen years old himself, and then at her adoption his identity was kept from the adoption records by the late Senator and his wife. It was obviously still a touchy topic for him, so Peri steered the conversation in another direction.
“Have you played at tonight’s venue before?”
“Yeah, a couple of times. It’s huge, makes you feel like you have little contact with the crowd. I fucking hate it, but it allows more fans to attend, so they’re happy. We sell more tickets, so the label is happy. Give me a smoky bar with a hundred people in it and I am one satisfied musician. That would probably start a riot.” He smiled at the idea, but Peri knew it was true. She liked the smaller venues, too.
Chandler and KeeMac came in, followed by Gunner and Carter, all no doubt lured in by the aroma of the fresh coffee brewing. The men of Assured Distraction were each a sight to see by themselves. Muscles held at bay under tight t-shirts were only upstaged by the ink on their skin. KeeMac’s long, blond locks framed his beautiful face and intense eyes. Carter and Gunner were just as sinfully hot as the front man, and they were no doubt a big part of why the females loved this band. With beautiful faces, muscled bodies, and voices like angels what was not to fangirl over? Add Chandler’s coal black hair and aqua eyes, what more could any audience want? Peri knew these guys were going to be well-received all over Europe.
Gunner spoke up, “We knocked on Ryan’s door but he didn’t answer. Did you ever manage to get him to his room?”
“No, he got sick, I dumped him in the tub, clothes and all.” That was all true enough, but Peri thought wiser than to tell them where she found him this morning.
“Hell, Peri. Did you check on him? He might have kept throwing up or turned the water on and drowned himself.”
“No, he’s fine. I spoke to him this morning. He was hungover and wanted to sleep a little longer, so I left him.”
“Good. Maybe he’ll wake up in a better mood than the sloppy mess he was when we dragged him into your room last night. All that moaning and crying over Krissy was too much to handle.” Carter smirked. “He spent every single minute in the bar bawling like a big tit in his beer. We were sick of him, and he sure as hell didn’t help when it came to picking up chicks.” The two fist-bumped each other in an uncharacteristically understated celebration of their first English conquests. God, save the Queen.
“Well, maybe we should talk about today’s game plan. Everyone needs to be ready to leave here at one o’clock local time for sound check. Has everyone changed their watches over?” She looked at each of them as they checked their time. “Then we’ll come back here until six. The limo will be waiting to take you back to the venue to dress and be ready to go on at eight.” They all murmured their assent. “I’ll send you all a text at 12:45, and then at 5:45. I expect you to be professional enough to be on time. Y’all only get this reminder.”
“Wow, look at you, Peri, being all business-like. Kicking ass and taking names…” Chandler noted with pride. “I like it! Maybe some of that will rub off on these guys by the end of the tour.”
That received a huge round of laughter from the band and even from
“Yes, we all met for lunch and then continued a tour around the city. We did a private van tour and got to see all the sights: Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, The Tower Bridge, you know, all the typical touristy things. We had a great day. Chandler’s been here before, but none of the rest of us have. I think she enjoyed sharing them with KeeMac.”
“Yeah, I suppose I have her adoptive parents to thank for that. If nothing else, they did see she traveled and was well-educated,” Ryder said with a thoughtful tone. Peri knew he was sad that he missed Chandler’s entire life, her teenaged birthmother’s pregnancy hidden from him when he was only eighteen years old himself, and then at her adoption his identity was kept from the adoption records by the late Senator and his wife. It was obviously still a touchy topic for him, so Peri steered the conversation in another direction.
“Have you played at tonight’s venue before?”
“Yeah, a couple of times. It’s huge, makes you feel like you have little contact with the crowd. I fucking hate it, but it allows more fans to attend, so they’re happy. We sell more tickets, so the label is happy. Give me a smoky bar with a hundred people in it and I am one satisfied musician. That would probably start a riot.” He smiled at the idea, but Peri knew it was true. She liked the smaller venues, too.
Chandler and KeeMac came in, followed by Gunner and Carter, all no doubt lured in by the aroma of the fresh coffee brewing. The men of Assured Distraction were each a sight to see by themselves. Muscles held at bay under tight t-shirts were only upstaged by the ink on their skin. KeeMac’s long, blond locks framed his beautiful face and intense eyes. Carter and Gunner were just as sinfully hot as the front man, and they were no doubt a big part of why the females loved this band. With beautiful faces, muscled bodies, and voices like angels what was not to fangirl over? Add Chandler’s coal black hair and aqua eyes, what more could any audience want? Peri knew these guys were going to be well-received all over Europe.
Gunner spoke up, “We knocked on Ryan’s door but he didn’t answer. Did you ever manage to get him to his room?”
“No, he got sick, I dumped him in the tub, clothes and all.” That was all true enough, but Peri thought wiser than to tell them where she found him this morning.
“Hell, Peri. Did you check on him? He might have kept throwing up or turned the water on and drowned himself.”
“No, he’s fine. I spoke to him this morning. He was hungover and wanted to sleep a little longer, so I left him.”
“Good. Maybe he’ll wake up in a better mood than the sloppy mess he was when we dragged him into your room last night. All that moaning and crying over Krissy was too much to handle.” Carter smirked. “He spent every single minute in the bar bawling like a big tit in his beer. We were sick of him, and he sure as hell didn’t help when it came to picking up chicks.” The two fist-bumped each other in an uncharacteristically understated celebration of their first English conquests. God, save the Queen.
“Well, maybe we should talk about today’s game plan. Everyone needs to be ready to leave here at one o’clock local time for sound check. Has everyone changed their watches over?” She looked at each of them as they checked their time. “Then we’ll come back here until six. The limo will be waiting to take you back to the venue to dress and be ready to go on at eight.” They all murmured their assent. “I’ll send you all a text at 12:45, and then at 5:45. I expect you to be professional enough to be on time. Y’all only get this reminder.”
“Wow, look at you, Peri, being all business-like. Kicking ass and taking names…” Chandler noted with pride. “I like it! Maybe some of that will rub off on these guys by the end of the tour.”
That received a huge round of laughter from the band and even from
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