Wistfulness ripped through me.Not yet. You’re nowhere near ready.
Hopefully one day, when I was ready for a pack and an omega of my own, I’d find people just as wonderful as them.
Chapter Nineteen
Dusty
“Your music means so much to me,” a fan told me as we took a selfie towards the end of the meet and greet.
“Thank you. That’s why I continue to make music,” I replied.
They weren’t pretty words. It was the truth. Sometimes the pressures of this industry got to me, especially when people were mean. Those who expressed how much my music meant to them helped keep me going.
Finally, I took pictures with the last person in line. I looked around to see if there was anyone else.
“Did we do a last call, Kace?” I asked, not wanting anyone to be left out.
Kace nodded. “I did. Twice. The club manager repeated it in like seventeen languages.”
“Okay, great, thanks.”
Tyrell handed me a bottle of water. “We’ll start the mini set in a few minutes?”
“Perfect.” I had a long drink.
Kace hustled off to make the announcement.
I wasn’t sure where Carlos, Hale, and Fionahad gone off to. Saoirse, however, watched me, as she leaned against the wall in the corner. Like previously, she wore a black jacket and black pants, white blouse open just a button more than the boardroom, but not enough to betoorevealing.
She looked so sexy, even if she screameddanger.All she needed was to be picking her fingernails with a dagger–or for someone to walk by and hand off a briefcase.
I checked my phone. My friend and fellow musician Beefy Pot Roast sent me a video message with well wishes for tonight, which made me smile. We met online while I was still at university and became fast friends. Our collaborations were often and a lot of fun.
A text caught my eye. Saoirse sent me an apology. That was unexpected. I'll take it. Still, I’m sure I deserved to be yelled at. I texted her back.
Me
It’s all good. I’m sorry for pushing you.
Looking over, I met her gaze as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Later, I’d apologize in person, but I wanted to acknowledge her text, given she’d sent it some time ago.
The last thing I wanted was her thinking I was mad at her.
Glancing at her phone, she looked up, eyes finding mine. She nodded slowly. I nodded back.
Kace hustled over to me. “They’re ready when you are.”
“Thank you.” Following Kace, I waved to everyone and got up on the small stage by the dance floor, where equipment had already been set up, and my tablet plugged in.
The crowd went wild, waving and cheering, which filled me with such joy. This was how I helped take care of people as an alpha–making happiness.
“Good evening, Lovely Fuckers!” I waved at everyone “It’s so nice to see you here tonight.”
Most everyone was out in their club finery, probably preparing to head to the festival.
“It’s Christmas Eve, so let’s get this party started. Who wants to ride a pole tonight?” I started off with the intro toJingle Balls,then went right intoFuckboy Santa,because nothing said Christmas like Santa’s sack.
“They call me Santa with my sack full…” I started to sing.
