play,” I cracked a grin. “That is the manliest thing, I couldn’t agree more.”
He snickered at my quickness before taking off to get in position again.
When Vance finally rounded up the crew again, most of them looked sweaty, exhausted and a little beat up. I even saw one crew member grab ahold of another’s shoulder as he gasped from the stich in his side.
“Well—I’m going to need a shower before the show,” Hawkins came up behind me bringing my focus back to him. Beads of sweat were dripping off his face and his grey shirt was damp. “Would you care to join me, Ms. Hamm?” he flashed a wicked grin.
“Someone’s going to need to help hose you down,” I agreed.
As we left, I overheard Warren say to Lizzie, “Well I’m going to need a shower before the show—”
Chapter Five
After everything that happened at yesterday’s concert, I wasn’t surprised when Hawkins insisted that I watch the show from the safety of the lighting crew’s platform later that night. It was a small rectangular space that hung down from behind the top of the pavilion roof and looked over the thousands of fans in the crowded seats below.
The last time Hawkins had insisted that I hang with the lighting crew it was at a stadium in a section that was blocked off from the rest of the crowd. I knew the extra precautions were for my protection, or at least they had been in the past because we had mistakenly thought Cyrus, the psychopathic stalker was just another person in the crowd at the time.
Lizzie climbed down the ladder like steps, which led on and off of the platform, bringing me out of my thoughts when she landed beside me.
“Warren wouldn’t stop giving me shit until I agreed to watch the concert from here,” she huffed, but secretly I think she liked him fussing over her.
“Just like old times,” Riley turned in his swivel chair to grin up at us from his place next to the computerized keyboard which controlled the lights for the show.
“I just wish it was under better circumstances,” I sighed, causing Riley to take a sideway glance down at the crowd below.
“Do you think he’s out there?” Lizzie asked, no louder than a whisper. “Trying to figure out another way to create a bomb or smuggle one in?”
“Yeah, I do,” Riley confessed, sending a shiver down my back from knowing that someone with that mentality was in the crowd below.
“But what I don’t understand,” Riley continued. “Is why someone would go to all that trouble…broken up bits of C.D. cases and a shattered mirror…and then not follow through with it?”
“I guess to send a message,” I remembered what Harlow had said last night.
“But wouldn’t it have been an even bigger message to just let the thing blow up?” he countered. “You know Cyrus would have jumped at the opportunity.”
“Maybe they have something bigger planned,” the words were out of my mouth before I could even realize what I was saying. Everyone paused, as we stared at each other.
“That’s exactly why,” Riley murmured with another glance down at the sea of faces, causing Lizzie to openly shudder. “You guys are seriously starting to kill my buzz.”
Fortunately for Lizzie, Rob Harlow came down the ladder next; completely shifting our mood.
“Hey guys,” he flashed a grin our way before taking a seat next to Riley. “What brings you guys back here so soon?” he joked, and I could tell he was trying to make an effort to be nice to us because we were Riley’s friends, which I thought was absolutely adorable.
“I don’t know, I guess someone made a faulty ‘bottle of gravel?’” I said sarcastically.
“I know , can you believe that Vance guy?” Harlow scoffed. “Faulty bottle my—whoever did that knew what they were doing.”
We all took a collective pause, before Harlow reached for his headset.
“At least security’s aware of the problem now. You ready to do this, Riri ?” he
He snickered at my quickness before taking off to get in position again.
When Vance finally rounded up the crew again, most of them looked sweaty, exhausted and a little beat up. I even saw one crew member grab ahold of another’s shoulder as he gasped from the stich in his side.
“Well—I’m going to need a shower before the show,” Hawkins came up behind me bringing my focus back to him. Beads of sweat were dripping off his face and his grey shirt was damp. “Would you care to join me, Ms. Hamm?” he flashed a wicked grin.
“Someone’s going to need to help hose you down,” I agreed.
As we left, I overheard Warren say to Lizzie, “Well I’m going to need a shower before the show—”
Chapter Five
After everything that happened at yesterday’s concert, I wasn’t surprised when Hawkins insisted that I watch the show from the safety of the lighting crew’s platform later that night. It was a small rectangular space that hung down from behind the top of the pavilion roof and looked over the thousands of fans in the crowded seats below.
The last time Hawkins had insisted that I hang with the lighting crew it was at a stadium in a section that was blocked off from the rest of the crowd. I knew the extra precautions were for my protection, or at least they had been in the past because we had mistakenly thought Cyrus, the psychopathic stalker was just another person in the crowd at the time.
Lizzie climbed down the ladder like steps, which led on and off of the platform, bringing me out of my thoughts when she landed beside me.
“Warren wouldn’t stop giving me shit until I agreed to watch the concert from here,” she huffed, but secretly I think she liked him fussing over her.
“Just like old times,” Riley turned in his swivel chair to grin up at us from his place next to the computerized keyboard which controlled the lights for the show.
“I just wish it was under better circumstances,” I sighed, causing Riley to take a sideway glance down at the crowd below.
“Do you think he’s out there?” Lizzie asked, no louder than a whisper. “Trying to figure out another way to create a bomb or smuggle one in?”
“Yeah, I do,” Riley confessed, sending a shiver down my back from knowing that someone with that mentality was in the crowd below.
“But what I don’t understand,” Riley continued. “Is why someone would go to all that trouble…broken up bits of C.D. cases and a shattered mirror…and then not follow through with it?”
“I guess to send a message,” I remembered what Harlow had said last night.
“But wouldn’t it have been an even bigger message to just let the thing blow up?” he countered. “You know Cyrus would have jumped at the opportunity.”
“Maybe they have something bigger planned,” the words were out of my mouth before I could even realize what I was saying. Everyone paused, as we stared at each other.
“That’s exactly why,” Riley murmured with another glance down at the sea of faces, causing Lizzie to openly shudder. “You guys are seriously starting to kill my buzz.”
Fortunately for Lizzie, Rob Harlow came down the ladder next; completely shifting our mood.
“Hey guys,” he flashed a grin our way before taking a seat next to Riley. “What brings you guys back here so soon?” he joked, and I could tell he was trying to make an effort to be nice to us because we were Riley’s friends, which I thought was absolutely adorable.
“I don’t know, I guess someone made a faulty ‘bottle of gravel?’” I said sarcastically.
“I know , can you believe that Vance guy?” Harlow scoffed. “Faulty bottle my—whoever did that knew what they were doing.”
We all took a collective pause, before Harlow reached for his headset.
“At least security’s aware of the problem now. You ready to do this, Riri ?” he
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