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Chapter 10
Vince
Detroit, MI
Istrum the final note of our encore and shoot a grin at Priya, who winks back at me.
We’re deep in the throes of the tour, and for once, it feels good. The past two nights in Detroit have been electric.
In an unprecedented move, Lyndsey and our booking agent negotiated to split our Thanksgiving break into two halves if we added an extra show at the United Center in Chicago. So, after tonight, we have the next week off.
Invigorated by the prospect of sleeping in our beds, we sprint through the set list like we’re still in our twenties. We’re a band again; every action synchs perfectly as if we can read each other’s minds. We are a well-fucking-oiled machine.
I let the sound of thunderous applause wash over me, through the din of my In-Ear monitors. It’s the sort of noise that transforms into action; I can feel the howls burrowing into my body. I can feel the crowd transform into a living organism; this is the power of live music, and though I’ve sold out hundreds of amphitheaters in my life, I never want to lose this feeling.
Priya runs up to Apollo and me and loops her arms around us, pulling us close.
“Thank you, Detroit! We love you!” She yells into the mic.
That’s Jennie’s cue to start up our exit music. We bolt off the stage. Adrenaline pumps through my body. I feel fiercely alive. I spot Lyndsey backstage, toss my guitar off, and run to her, scooping her in my arms.
“Watch your guitar!” She chastises me as I kiss her.
I slip my tongue into her mouth before she can call me irresponsible, and she groans in response. I slip my hand under her tank top, grazing her boob.
“Get a room!” Priya calls.
“Already taken care of,” Lyndsey replies. I set her down, and she ran over to her tote bag, fishing out four room keys from her tote bag and passing one to Priya. Lyndsey and I have started sharing rooms, unable to keep up the charade that we’re not fucking any longer. The band doesn’t care. If anything, I think they’re happy to see that I’m happy. I swear I heard Priya whisper, “Thank you,” to Lyndsey the other day.
“We’re down the hall from you,” Lyndsey adds before Priya can protest.
“Oh, the glory of love,” Henry coos, snagging his key from Lyndsey.
“It’s great, as long as we can’t hear it,” Apollo adds.
“You and Char were just as bad!” I say.
“At least put it in the stand,” Lyndsey mumbles as she fishes my guitar off the ground, depositing it in its rightful place. “This thing costs more than my rent.”
“I was excited to see you! I’ve got some adrenaline to burn off,” I say, walking behind Lyndsey and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
Lyndsey rolls her eyes and turns to face me. “Do you now?” Lyndsey asks, raking her fingers across my chest. My cock stirs as she loops her finger around my chain necklace while she walks away with a devilish grin.
“The two of you are insufferable. The level of horniness is unmatched,” Priya grumbles.
“You’re just jealous!”
“Hey, I am not! Besides, I’ll be seeing Jamie in less than forty-eight hours, and they’re coming to the Chicago show.” Priya gushes.
“Good for you!” I say as we troop back to the green room. Lyndsey’s already perched on the green room couch, laptop open, finalizing the details for our Chicago show.
“Why are you working so late?”
“I’m ensuring everything’s all set so we can relax next week. I’m finalizing the guest list. Priya, Jamie’s all set for Chicago. Also, Priya, you’ve got that interview with the Trib on show day.” She squints as she checks the screen. “It looks like you all do.”
“Lyndsey, you’re an angel.”
“Thanks, Priya!”
