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Tate slips the guitar strap over his head. ‘It’s all part of the deal I’m afraid. Whether you like it or not you’re going to hear us play a lot. It’ll get boring real quick.’
‘I doubt that.’
16
Tate grabs anotherround of soft drinks from the fridge and walks back into the living room. Chloe is curled up in the armchair while the guys take up the two couches.
The wide grin refused to leave Chloe’s face for the entire mini concert. It may even have grown in size when Tate took his guitar off and played the piano instead for the last two songs. He doesn’t play the piano often in their songs, but thought he’d mix it up a little more on the new album. From her reaction the change seems to have been a hit. Then again, she’s probably a little biased.
He drops onto the couch beside her chair and stretches his legs out in front of him. ‘So, have we earned ourselves a new fan?’
‘Absolutely. That was incredible. Thank you all so much.’
Dillon takes a bottle of juice from Tate and leans back on the couch. ‘Never a problem. It was kinda nice to play to small crowd... well, a very small crowd. Miss that intimacy.’
Tate nods. ‘Yeah. Made a nice change.’
Gregg nods and stretches out on the other chair. ‘Maybe Ellen could arrange some smaller venues for us. Let a select number of fans get up close and personal for an evening. Hey, Tate could answer questions from the audience, takes requests and things like that.’
Chloe laughs as Tate sneers at them. ‘Yeah to everything except the questions. They pay to hear music, not me talking.’
Gregg makes a face. ‘Still think it sounds like a winner. And you’d hate the question bit so that just makes it all the more enticing.’
‘You’re an asshole, Gregg.’
Gregg lifts his drink and winks at him.
Instead of taking the hint and shutting up, Gregg, Dillon, and Luke spend the next hour sharing too many embarrassing stories from long weeks on the road, much to Chloe’s amusement. He’d given up trying to glare the others into silence. They were on a roll and there was no stopping them.
He didn’t mind, really. They were making an effort with her and vice versa. He couldn’t ask for more than that. Although, he would have preferred both sides were getting a little less enjoyment out of the stories but fuck it.
‘I have a question,’ she says after taking a sip of sparking water. ‘What’s the story with the dares? Tate mentioned someone dared him to learn the violin.’
Gregg grins widely. ‘That ingenious plan was all me. Fucker had to go and actually learn the damn thing though. He’s scarily good at it too.’
‘So is it on ongoing thing? The dares I mean.’
