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Like that was going to slow her down.
The audience went nuts as Jamie grabbed Noah’s shoulder and leaned around him. “Hello, I need my guitar,” came through her mic loud and clear.
Donovan handed over the guitar and moved to the railing once more. “I appreciate Brooklyn Dawn allowing me to play. Please make sure you bump up those donations for the Brooklyn School of Music. They need your donations now more than ever.”
The murmurs of the crowd were at a fever pitch by the time Jamie made it back to the stage. Lindsey gave Jamie’s ass a smack as she went by. “Now that we have James back on stage, think we can get ourselves back under control?”
Jamie stuck out her tongue as she handed her Warlock off to her tech and traded it for one of her dozen Fenders. “I aim to misbehave,” she said into her microphone.
“Achievement unlocked,” Oz quipped.
Lindsey curled her fingers around the mic. “Think we can get back to our usual set?”
Jamie shrugged. “I like to shake things up.”
I glanced toward the side stage. Noah was glowering in the dark. Bet we’d get another lecture post-show. I couldn’t wait.
But that was later.
I slammed my stick on the snare drum and sent it up the to sky. It flipped twice before I caught it and we headed into “Black Magic”.
The rest of the show was filled with laughter. The audience was surprisingly active and enthusiastic, especially since most of the attendees weren’t part of our actual fanbase. We mixed some covers in with our bigger hits and a few things from our early touring years. Then we took a few fan club requests to keep the crowd’s excitement at maximum decibel.
By the end of it, we ended up playing a full two-hour show when benefits usually landed under ninety easy.
We even dragged McCoy up for the encore set. Two hulking bass players crammed on the little stage was comical. Both were long-haired and wore their basses low. They played back to back, as “The Chain” rumbled through the club with its heavy bass line.
Jamie and Lindsey harmonized, and the room sang along with us. Fleetwood Mac was a good way to bring the night to a close.
After the show was sheer chaos.
The booze was flowing, and Lindsey, Jamie, and Teagan were passing around a bottle of champagne between them. I snuck a beer from one of the roving waiters, trading it for a set of my sticks.
The party was only beginning as a few auctions would happen after our set. I’d bet we could get good money for that Warlock. Jamie wouldn’t give it up though. That was her baby. I was still shocked she’d handed it over to Donovan to play. But then again, Jamie was impulsive by nature.
Understatement.
We all headed off to the side stage. Harper was waiting for McCoy with a beaming smile. What would it be like to have a woman look at me like that? Like I was the singular best thing that had ever happened to her? I knew they’d been together for years, and still, all that love and adoration between them.
I hadn’t realized just how much I wanted that until…
Nope. Still not going there.
I pulled a cold beer out of the chest waiting for us and handed one to Jamie.
“Food,” she said between gulps. “I could eat an actual cow.”
“Don’t talk about cows like that.” Teagan shuddered. “I don’t want to think about cute little Elsie as my burger.”
I had the strongest urge to sling my arm over her shoulders and drag her close, but my skin was prickly with annoyance and lust. It was an ugly mix that I couldn’t deal with right now. Instead, I kept fucking drinking.
At least we’d be fed. And maybe I could keep my mind off Teagan.
Donovan was nowhere in sight. In fact, I didn’t remember seeing him at the encore.
Couldn’t blame him there. He’d probably be inundated with questions after that guitar craziness. I wondered just what kind of Pandora’s box Jamie had opened with that one.
Oz came up behind Teagan and mooed.
