wanted to offer s omething more for die-hard fans. So if they opted to pay for a special ticket they would have more one on one time with each member versus standing in line for hours and only having a few minutes to meet the band.
To be able to charge more money for a special ticket they even went as far as offering a sit down dinner with the entire group and a few alcoholic drinks. Fortunately for the band and I, they only sold one hundred of these tickets at each venue. The downfall is that is required much more security, because frankly, people who would fork out and arm and a leg for a ticket such as this, meant that some of them had to have a bit of crazy inside.
The label knew that and I knew that, Ryan and the rest of the band from what I’ve seen in paperwork doesn’t agree with the added security detail, and tried fighting it. The label suggested he might be an issue when it came time and if so that I’m to my boss, Annalise, the person I report to directly. I’m not a tattletale kind of person, I don’t want to have to run to her, so I figured that if I brought it up in front of his wife and child, maybe he would be more agreeable, seeing as how his family will be around these strangers as well.
Even more difficult will be that I have to face Gage today, after last night in his room, when I couldn’t mask how I was feeling and after our texts last night. Not being able to just talk to him, even if it’s as a friend, or telling him that I know he’s who’s sending me messages late at night, it’s going to be a task all alone.
Rolling out of bed, I grab the hangers that have my clothes on them that I hung up last night to prevent any more wrinkles setting in. I take a fairly long hot shower, prepping myself mentally for the day. My first day as a tour manager with an extremely successful band, where I control everything that happens, and any correct any mistakes that can and most likely will pop up.
I dry myself off, while my hair sits on top of my head wrapped in a towel. Today I’m wearing my infamous black and white pinstripe skirt suit. I throw on my push up bra, not that it really helps extenuate what I have, it’s more for control, so that it holds my ladies where they should be. My matching black bikini underwear next then my white tank-top, nude color hosiery then my skirt and jacket. When at the venue I must look put together and professional at all times. Word could get back to the label, and my reputation could be ruined about professionalism at any time.
After I’m finished dressing, I apply some concealer to cover up the black bags I currently have under my eyes, rub some foundation in and then a light coat of mascara and lip gloss. I put my hair into a French twist while spraying half a bottle of hairspray on after, put together, I’m ready for the day. Before I leave my hotel room I grab my laptop bag, in case something comes up and my cellphone.
Time to make my wake up rounds.
I decide I’ll leave Ryan and Natalie for last, seeing as how they’ve probably been up most of the night with the baby. I hit Zepp’s room that he’s sharing with the bus driver, Jim. Surprisingly, they were already awake, so I hit Liam and Layla’s next seeing as how their just next door. What I didn’t expect was Liam to answer the door with nothing but a towel barely covering his genitals, and from what I could see Layla is a very lucky woman, not that I’m even interested in him. I ignore the towel as much as I can, while also avoiding his direct gaze.
“Umm…Just making sure you’re awake we have to leave by 11, in case you all wanted to shower and eat.”
He stares at me.
“I’m I’ll just be going. See you soon.” I run away, professionally of course. I hit every member of the road crews rooms, their all already awake. Routine for them.
I make my way on to Jason’s room, who obviously isn’t awake, since he doesn’t answer as I’m pounding on it for minutes. Deciding I’ll wake
To be able to charge more money for a special ticket they even went as far as offering a sit down dinner with the entire group and a few alcoholic drinks. Fortunately for the band and I, they only sold one hundred of these tickets at each venue. The downfall is that is required much more security, because frankly, people who would fork out and arm and a leg for a ticket such as this, meant that some of them had to have a bit of crazy inside.
The label knew that and I knew that, Ryan and the rest of the band from what I’ve seen in paperwork doesn’t agree with the added security detail, and tried fighting it. The label suggested he might be an issue when it came time and if so that I’m to my boss, Annalise, the person I report to directly. I’m not a tattletale kind of person, I don’t want to have to run to her, so I figured that if I brought it up in front of his wife and child, maybe he would be more agreeable, seeing as how his family will be around these strangers as well.
Even more difficult will be that I have to face Gage today, after last night in his room, when I couldn’t mask how I was feeling and after our texts last night. Not being able to just talk to him, even if it’s as a friend, or telling him that I know he’s who’s sending me messages late at night, it’s going to be a task all alone.
Rolling out of bed, I grab the hangers that have my clothes on them that I hung up last night to prevent any more wrinkles setting in. I take a fairly long hot shower, prepping myself mentally for the day. My first day as a tour manager with an extremely successful band, where I control everything that happens, and any correct any mistakes that can and most likely will pop up.
I dry myself off, while my hair sits on top of my head wrapped in a towel. Today I’m wearing my infamous black and white pinstripe skirt suit. I throw on my push up bra, not that it really helps extenuate what I have, it’s more for control, so that it holds my ladies where they should be. My matching black bikini underwear next then my white tank-top, nude color hosiery then my skirt and jacket. When at the venue I must look put together and professional at all times. Word could get back to the label, and my reputation could be ruined about professionalism at any time.
After I’m finished dressing, I apply some concealer to cover up the black bags I currently have under my eyes, rub some foundation in and then a light coat of mascara and lip gloss. I put my hair into a French twist while spraying half a bottle of hairspray on after, put together, I’m ready for the day. Before I leave my hotel room I grab my laptop bag, in case something comes up and my cellphone.
Time to make my wake up rounds.
I decide I’ll leave Ryan and Natalie for last, seeing as how they’ve probably been up most of the night with the baby. I hit Zepp’s room that he’s sharing with the bus driver, Jim. Surprisingly, they were already awake, so I hit Liam and Layla’s next seeing as how their just next door. What I didn’t expect was Liam to answer the door with nothing but a towel barely covering his genitals, and from what I could see Layla is a very lucky woman, not that I’m even interested in him. I ignore the towel as much as I can, while also avoiding his direct gaze.
“Umm…Just making sure you’re awake we have to leave by 11, in case you all wanted to shower and eat.”
He stares at me.
“I’m I’ll just be going. See you soon.” I run away, professionally of course. I hit every member of the road crews rooms, their all already awake. Routine for them.
I make my way on to Jason’s room, who obviously isn’t awake, since he doesn’t answer as I’m pounding on it for minutes. Deciding I’ll wake
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