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The band, yes. Me? Fuck no.
“Are you sure about that?” Greg’s voice boomed out on the other end of the line. “What happened?”
“Some drunk got aggressive, and Holloway defended himself. The team got them out of there before it could escalate. Everything’s fine.”
“Yeah, I saw the picture Iain posted, but I want to hear it from you. Please tell me he doesn’t have a concussion.”
“He said the guy barely grazed him. There was no blood or anything, just a red welt. Apparently, Dawson taught him self-defense moves.”
“Interesting. Maybe the rest of the band should receive the same training.” Greg paused. “How’re things shaping up for the concert?”
“Great. We met up with Killmine, and they’re gonna be an awesome opener. Rehearsal took longer than normal, but the venue’s historic, so the tech and the power are temperamental.”
“Is that going to be a problem? The last thing we need is three thousand pissed-off fans if we have to cancel.”
“There will be no canceling. Brodie and the rest of the guys can improvise if they need to. They’re professionals.”
Unlike me.
“And interviews? What kind of coverage have we got?”
I leaned my head back and sighed. It was past one in the morning, and I’d been up since six. I was tired and frustrated, but I swallowed it back and answered my boss.
“So far, twenty-four interviews the night of. Mainly local stuff, five national. And two entertainment shows from L.A.”
“Good, and since we’re not making any money on this one, make sure to play up the charity angle. At least we’ll buy good press with the fans.”
“It’s not an angle,” I snapped. “Brodie didn’t push for this event just so the band could look good. Despite his sharp tongue, he actually cares about people.”
There was silence on the other end of the line.
Shit.
Biting off the head of my boss was not going to benefit anyone.
“I realize that, Van, but this is still business. Everything we do has a reason and purpose. I’m sure the band feels the same. Especially Brodie. He’s not just a musician; he’s a brand, and he knows it.”
Yeah, he did. But he wasn’t always happy about it. So many people wanted a piece of him, and there were certain parts he wasn’t willing to give. I tried as much as I could to protect him, but I didn’t always succeed.
“He’s a person too. And you can rest easy; everything will happen as it should. This concert will be a win for everyone.”
I knew Brodie. He would’ve paid out of his own pocket if the label had said no to this gig. Once his mind was made up, nothing stopped him. I admired his tenacity, his fire. It was the first thing that drew me to him.
“I’m sure it will.” Greg paused. “One more thing. Brodie hasn’t been seen with anyone lately. I want you to confirm a date for him for concert night. A local celebrity, a guy who’ll get people talking. He can be seen with Brodie at the afterparty. That’ll drive speculation and fan engagement.”
Arranging “dates” for high-profile musicians was nothing new, but Brodie never needed help in that department. And now, just the thought of having to set him up with some gorgeous model made my blood boil.
“I’ve got a few ideas,” Greg continued. “My assistant will send along a list with contact details. Set it up.”
“And if Brodie refuses?”
I barely managed to choke out the question.
“Convince him otherwise. That’s what I pay you for.”
CHAPTER12
BRODIE
