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“What does Dante say?”
My band isn’t as well known as some of the other bands that travel worldwide. That’s why Warrior Black decided to stick to tours in the U.S. as we continue to build our fan base.
“They are excited, but also nervous about the timeline, because it’s quick, and the venue. You know Dante, they’re making sure the venue is suitable for us,” Danny explains.
“What does the rest of the band say about this?” I ask, since this is an impromptu invitation and my friends—who have been enjoying their three months off, I’m sure—would have to drop everything to go. Though if Danny is willing to give up his vacation time, the rest won’t hesitate to agree.
Then my thoughts go to Bobby. He hasn’t responded to any of my texts or calls since I left the States. I know he’s pissed off at me, but I thought he would have gotten over it by now.
“They are all for it. Even Tobias and the rest of the security team is up for the trip.”
“Even Bobby?” I ask, hesitant about the answer.
Danny pauses for a moment, which lends some validity to my doubt, but then he says, “Connor coaxed him into coming.”
Not exactly good news, but at least my best friend will be there. “Alright. When is this supposed concert happening?”
“A little more than two weeks from now.” My breathing stills in shock at the timeline, but Danny doesn’t notice. He just continues. “And since you’re there already, we decided to come early so we have some practice time before the event. So I’m looking at about three days before we get on the plane. Dante and the security team want time to go over the layout of the venue too.”
“I’m currently in Busan, but I can meet up with you idiots in Seoul,” I say. A gnawing in the pit of my stomach has me adding, “Are you sure we’re doing this?”
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Rafe. What’s holding you up?”
“I don’t know. It seems too convenient.”
“Hey,” Dante chimes in.
“Hey,” I repeat back.
“What’s the doubt for?”
Dante is good at reading each of us. They are so like Ron, it’s kind of scary.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” I admit, not able to pinpoint my apprehension.
“Should we do it? Because I can easily squash this and call KJP back and decline.”
“No. Danny is right. If we don’t take this offer, it will be a missed opportunity for us.”
“Okay. I’ll text you with the specifics once I figure the logistics out. Talk to you later. Here’s Danny.”
“Hey. I hope you’re having a good time with Lyric.” I can envision Danny waggling his brows.
“Tell the guys, I am,” I say with a chuckle. “Talk to you soon.” I hang up right as Fig walks over, a frown marring his face.
“What’s going on?” he asks as he scans the garden.
“Eavesdropping?” I question with a smirk.
“You talk loud.” Fig isn’t wrong. That’s one Italian attribute I can’t help, especially growing up in a household with three loud brothers and two parents who are equally loud.
“We got an invite to play at Club FF in Seoul in two weeks,” I explain.
“Why? I didn’t think heavy metal was popular here.”
I smirk, because I was thinking the same thing. “Honestly, I don’t know. But Dante accepted the invite, and Warrior Black is going international.”
“Well…” Fig’s words are cut off as a black Genesis G90 drives up and stops in front of the house. A man dressed in a sleek black suit slides out of the driver’s side, rounds his way to the back passenger side and opens the door.
