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Greg had called three times today and texted, and it was nearing four in the afternoon.
Brodie had showered and headed down to Holloway’s room to meet with the rest of the guys for dinner and to tell them, quietly, about us.
I headed back to my room and replied to several emails, including more requests from the press. I passed most of them on to our PR team for follow-up, and a few others I replied to directly.
I also received a thank you email from the local charity. They had received an influx of individual donations in addition to the money the concert brought in.
Good news all around from last night.
After another cup of coffee, I was primed and ready to call Greg.
I tapped his number and waited.
“I’ve been calling and texting you for hours? What the hell, Van?”
I ignored Greg’s booming question and put the focus on where it should be.
“Did you see the pictures of Brodie and Colm? They made all the entertainment headlines.”
Always lead with the good news and tell them what they want to hear.
“Of course, I saw the picture. What do you think I do every hour of the day and night? This business is my life! It’s not like I sleep,” he grumbled. “But first, let’s get back to the question I asked you last night—”
“I’ve got nothing to say about that, Greg. You know better than to listen to rumors or media speculation. A performance is just that. If people misinterpret it, it’s not our fault. By tomorrow, no one will remember my name.”
I didn’t like lying about what was going on with me and Brodie, but there was no point mentioning it until we knew for ourselves that we were solid.
And honestly? I was overwhelmed after everything that had happened. My whole world had shifted, and I didn’t even know how to make sense of it myself, never mind talking about it with other people.
I was happy about being with Brodie, but it was a lot to process—not just being with a man for the first time but falling so hard.
Falling for the first time in my life.
So yeah, it was better to wait. On several fronts.
I was also saving the bit about me recording the song with Brodie until the new year. No sense in pissing Greg off more than he already was.
“And you’ll be glad to know that the band raised over five hundred grand for the local charity. That’s also making the media rounds, and fans are loving it.”
“Good, let’s keep pushing that angle. What else?”
“I’m heading with Brodie and Dawson to Rhode Island when we’re done here in New Orleans. Brodie wants to get started on the songs for the new album, and now that he knows I’m Corley Hewitt, we’ve agreed to write together.”
“What about the rest of the guys?”
“They’re taking time off. Keep this between ourselves, but Faise is going to California for a while. His brother just entered rehab out there.”
“I know.”
“Really?”
“I know everything that goes on when it comes to my top-selling artists. Everything. Remember that.”
I didn’t miss the sharpness of his tone.
“Is there anything else?” I asked calmly.
“Are you sure this thing with you and Brodie is a good idea? I mean, writing songs together,” Greg replied.
