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We're currently in the car, with Penn and Connor behind us in convoy, heading to the City because tonight, I get to see Stone Royal play live at The Garden.
I am beyond excited because not only did they get us all tickets to see the show, they managed to somehow snag us backstage passes too.
I can't even with how excited I am.
We've spent the entire ride here so far with me pretty much just bouncing in the backseat while I sing along to the Stone Royal playlist that I have in my Spotify at the top of my lungs.
It’s all of his best songs, includingRaindrops, which he recorded with his daughter, Octavia. I’m hoping he sings it tonight because the emotion in that song iseverythingand it’s one of my favorite songs of all time.
"Of course we did this for you, Briar. Penn told us how excited you were about it and, honestly, we were more pissed that you didn't tell us it's something you wanted to do," Cole says from the front passenger seat.
"Of course I didn't tell you guys. Why would I?"
"Because it's something that you wanted to do," Sawyer says with a cheeky smile beside me. "You should know by now that if it's going to make you happy, we want to make it happen. That's just kind of how this works, Briar."
I shrug before shimmying in my seat as the beat drops on the song playing. Once I finish my impromptu little dance, and they’re all laughing at me, I lean back in my seat and get comfy.
"I’m not used to people doing things for me, so it doesn't occur to me to tell you guys what I want to do. Everything I've ever done, I've done for myself, which is exactly what I intended to do with this gig. Except then everything happened and it kind of slipped my mind."
Asher puts his hand on mine and squeezes, smiling at me. "Well you don't have to just rely on yourself for everything anymore. If you want something, all you have to do is say so."
"Asher St. Vincent, I am not a princess. I'm more than capable of getting things for myself."
"We know you are, Briar," Travis says from the driver's seat, because of course that control freak is driving. "But maybe, just maybe, we want to be able to do these things for you."
I open my mouth to respond, but shut it, because I’m not really sure what to say to that.
We spend the rest of the trip singing along to my playlist. Obviously, I knew Travis could sing, but apparently they all can. Shocker.
But what really shocks me is how many of Stone’s songs they know. I didn’t expect them to be fanboys.
It's not long before Travis has us pulling up at the hotel. He hands the keys to the valet and the bellboys take our suitcases. I stare up at the ridiculously high building and let out a whistle. "I can honestly say I've never stayed in a place like this before."
Sawyer grins at me, putting his arm around my shoulders as he pulls me into his side. "You better get used to it, Sunshine. This is the only way we travel."
I let out a cackle at the prospect. "Aww. Poor little rich boys just don't know how to rough it."
I sneak a glance at Asher, who looks at me before rolling his eyes. "One shouldn't have to rough it when one travels," he says jokingly, and I can't help but laugh again.
Travis heads inside and gets us checked in, and we leave him to deal with all of the details.
Penn and Connor enter the hotel just behind us and she lets out a whistle so similar to mine.
I just laugh when she reaches us. "I know," I say to her. "I did the exact same thing."
"Girl, it's like you're reading my mind," she says, laughing.
Travis rejoins us, handing Penn the key for their room and we make plans to meet for dinner before the concert before heading upstairs to our suite. Because of course we have a suite. Why wouldn't we have a suite? Kensingtons don't travel in less than suites, apparently.
When we get upstairs to our room, the first thing I notice isn’t the size. It’s not the opulence and luxury. It's the full glass wall that looks directly out onto Central Park.
"Holy shit," I gasp as I walk through the space, transfixed. "This is… I don’t even want to know what this room costs, do I?"
"Probably not," Travis says with a shrug before dropping onto one of the couches.
I gulp at just how blasé he is about it, which reinforces the whole I don’t want to know thing.
"Okay, well fine. I’m going to go jump in the shower and start getting ready," I announce excitedly, and Travis points to the far room.
