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I was ready for a relationship, but I’d never be ready to shut my smart mouth.
“You know you’re not my type. I like ’em big and brawny.” Holloway chuckled, then turned to the rest of the band.
“Are you assholes gonna gossip all evening, or are we gonna rehearse?” Faisel yelled out.
“We’re ready,” Holloway replied with a wink.
I sure as fuck was.
CHAPTER7
VAN
Regan and I stood in the foyer of the venue, looking out through the stained glass windows that flanked the front entrance.
Her team on the outside radioed to say that the crowd around the theater was at least a hundred people and growing.
It wasn’t unusual for word to get out about rehearsals and for superfans to line up in hopes of catching a glimpse of the band as they entered or exited the venue. And the guys loved that sort of thing, taking impromptu selfies with fans and signing autographs.
But for our security team, it was a fucking nightmare.
Our location, near Bourbon Street, was in a busy section of downtown. Between cars and pedestrians, it was chaotic, especially as more and more people gathered.
My concerns about someone trying to push through our security people began to mount. I’d seen people rush the band before and nearly topple them over.
It was scary as fuck.
“Call the local police. We need them to work crowd control. This is more than the usual.”
“Already on it,” Regan replied as she pulled out her phone. “I’ve got a contact from the last time we were in town. He’s sending over several squad cars.”
Then she tapped her earpiece and spoke to her staff, giving clear, concise instructions.
Regan worked in the military and private protection for over a decade before joining the security company this year. She knew her shit. The band members liked and respected her, even when she had to lay down the law.
Some of my nerves settled, but not all of them.
Of course, most of it had to do with Brodie. About protecting him. Protecting all the guys in the band, but Brodie most of all.
He’d been the target of crazed fans before, and sometimes the attention on him was overwhelming. The rest of the guys were popular in their own way, but they didn’t trigger the kind of frenzy that Brodie did.
Between his intense performance style and his knack for spouting off whatever crazy shit was on his mind, he was a fan favorite.
My favorite.
Then I heard someone call out his name.
The crowd was loud and getting louder. Voices roared, and then suddenly, there was the boom of music. With Halloween festivities starting early and all the bars open, we were in the thick of party central.
As usual, we had four security members at each exit, front and back, and two inside with the band. That was only ten in total. Would it be enough?
We headed outside to get a better view of what was going on.
And fuck, it was a street festival. There were loads of people with cups and bottles in hand, dancing and singing. The band’s most popular song, “Filthy Pain,” was blasting—from someone’s cell or a nearby bar, I couldn’t tell.
More people walked out of the bars and restaurants lining the street and joined in.
Then I spotted the news van parked nearby.
