“Get back in here,” I insist.
“Miss Lady said you guys needed to go over things alone.”
“Yeah, well Miss Lady don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about.”
She follows me inside without arguing, Dash trotting along next to us.
“Emily, this is mygirlfriend, Sorrel Saxxon.”
Dash is growling at her and Emily scowls looking down at him.
“We met,” she says flatly, turning back to Grady.
“So anyways, do you boys have everything you need? I have the set list here. Denton, let’s go over it.”
My fists clench and I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone.
DENTON:
We need a new tour manager ASAP!
JAKE:
I’ll try but you’ll have to stick with her for the next few shows.
DENTON:
Fine.
I take Sorrel's hand and lead her to the open lounge seat gesturing for her to sit. She raises an eyebrow and I pull her down into the seat sitting next to her on the arm of the chair.
Emily glances up at her rolling her eyes just long enough for me to catch her. I swear if she tries to run Sorrel off, she’s going to see a side of me that doesn’t come out very often.
I let out a deep breath. I don’t need this bullshit right before the show. I’ll let it go for tonight. But there is no way this is going to work for the whole tour.
The tour manager’s job is to travel with us and make sure everything is going correctly. I’m not about to have some stuckup broad be our tour manager that won’t be respectful to my girl.
We go over the set list and there’s one hour until the show starts. Everything is ready to go.
I pour myself a drink. My choice of liquor tonight is vodka. Hopefully it will settle my nerves and numb me enough I don’t keep getting turned on every time I look at Sorrel in that damn skirt.
Emily is in the back lounge now and we're in the front. I’m glad she ain’t up here. Her and her bad attitude can hide in the back all she wants.
Sorrel is smiling and having fun with the guys and my chest starts to loosen up a bit. They’re playing some card game she’s trying to teach them. It’s called gin rummy. Johnny is getting all flustered, not able to figure it out. I sit there watching them and a grin covers my mouth. I hope this is how a majority of the tour goes.
. . .
It’s officially showtime. We huddle together backstage, each of us taking a shot and doing our pre-show routine. Sorrel stands back recording us with her phone, a beaming smile on her face. The crowd is electric tonight and the vibes are high.
“How y’all doin’ tonight?”
The crowd booms with cheers.
We go through the set singing each song.
“I want to sing a new song I wrote tonight for y’all.”
It’s Sorrel's song. It’s a slower paced song but I want to give it a try.
