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Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I did a quick Google search for traditional German foods. I had a quick read and scrolled through the options before handing the phone to Jason. “Schnitzel?”
Honestly, I chose that because it was one of the only things I could pronounce.
“Schnitzel with noodles?”
Jason had a smirk on his face, and my mouth dropped open. “Did you just make a reference toThe Sound of Music?”
“Yeah. You love that movie, right?”
My cheeks burned, and I closed my eyes. “I used to. When I was a kid.”
“You used to watch that on repeat. I remember hearing those songs over and over when I was at your house.”
“Oh, God.” I buried my face in my hands.
It was not only embarrassing but slightly soul-destroying too. I didn’t want him to remember things I did as a child. I wanted him to forget he ever knew of me then and see me as someone different.
An adult.
“Hey, that movie is the reason you and Ellie can sing in tune!” Jason laughed again. “That “Do-Re-Mi” shit works!”
“I despise you right now.” I tried to glare at him, but I dissolved into laughter as he poked his tongue out at me, crossing his eyes. For a rock god, he could be such a dork sometimes.
“Come on, Luce. Let’s go find some German eats.”
* * *
Whatever had been bothering Jason earlier dissolved over lunch. We did find schnitzel and noodles, and he took great pleasure in singing that damn song with a look of glee on his face at every opportunity until I kicked him hard under the table to make him stop.
We couldn’t spend too much time out because Jason had to get back to the club for sound checks, but it seemed enough to chase away whatever had been bugging him earlier. I figured the thought of us having a night out had lightened him up a bit too.
* * *
We hadn’t partied at all since we’d been away, but one of the German roadies had recommended a club and assured us it wasn’t to be missed.
As it turned out, he was, well, not absolutely right. It was a club. Like any other I’d ever been to, with bright lights, loud music, and lots of people squished together.
“Why are we here?” Mack shouted over the music as we waited by the bar to get drinks. “This place is packed!”
“Yeah, but look at all the women! Fuck me, German women are hot!” Oh, Joey. Always thinking about his penis.
“There are hot women in clubs all over the world. Why did Franz insist we come here? And where is he anyway?” Mack glanced around, trying to spot him.
I too looked around for the short, muscly roadie who’d lured us to the club under false pretenses, but I couldn’t see him. “Did he say he was definitely coming?” I asked.
Mack shrugged. “No. But since it was his idea and he was so enthusiastic, I assumed he’d be here.”
It made no difference to me either way. I just wanted to have a couple of drinks and enjoy not being stuffed into our tin can of a tour bus. Every extra hour out of there was a bonus to me.
As if he’d heard us talking, Franz popped out of the crowd, grinning. “Hey, you made it!”
“We did,” Drew said. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Oh, no. Thank you.” Franz waved a dismissive hand and turned to Jason. “Jason, there are some people who want to meet you. Will you come?”
Drew, Mack, and Joey exchanged amused grins. This happened a lot. Although the other guys had their own fans, it was always Jason everyone wanted to meet.
“Sure. Just let me get a drink, and I’ll be right there,” Jason agreed, and Franz nodded, stepping back from the crowd swarming the bar.
