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Before, Van was always guarded.
But now he gave me a once over like he fucking owned me, and it made my adrenaline spike even higher.
“Thank you, guys!” I heard Nate yell out to the crowd. “Fuck, what a warm welcome. But I expected no less from my hometown.Les bon temps roulez ce soir!”
I motioned for Van to come closer.
“What did Nate just say?”
“The good times are rolling tonight,” Van replied as he stared into my eyes.
If I could get Van alone, they certainly would.
The crowd erupted in more cheers and whistles.
Van and I stood behind the curtains in our own little world, locked in some kind of trance with each other, unable to tear our gazes away.
Instead of giving me a pat on the shoulder like he usually did before I went out, he slid one hand around my waist and pulled me in close.
If our crew noticed, no one said anything. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to complain. I’d been waiting for this kind of moment with Van for what felt like an eternity.
He leaned down, and when his breath hit my ear, I full-on shivered.
“Every time I see you get ready to take the stage, it’s like the first time. Never seen anything like it. You blew my mind back then and every day since, and you sure as fuck do the same now. Only, it’s not just my mind that’s fucked. It’s everything.”
“Jesus Christ, Van, are you trying to give me a hard-on before I go out there in front of three thousand people?” I growled.
His low, husky laugh made my heart clench.
“I’m gonna go grab my guitar, well, your guitar. I’ll see you on stage in an hour.”
Van gave my waist one last squeeze before he walked away.
Good thing, too, and thank fuck for the distraction of Nate on stage, or I’d give the audience a very different kind of show.
“Now that we’ve got you amped up and ready to fuck… I mean, ready to fucking rock,” Nate chuckled, “I am proud as hell to introduce your headliners for the night. They just wrapped up their sold-out European tour two weeks ago and decided on one last show to close out their year. And on Halloween, no less. Lucky, lucky us,oui?”
I peered my head around the curtain. Another round of applause had Nate nodding.
I turned back and saw Holls, Ronin, and Faise headed towards me.
“That’s right, folks, you should be excited. Not only will they be performing their hits tonight, but all the funds from this show are going to Harvest King, a local food-focused charity that helps families in need. So, let’s give a warm New Orleans Halloween welcome to the band that merges punk with rock and soul, the one… the only…Wayward Lane!”
The roar in the packed theater was muffled by my earpiece, but I felt the vibration through my entire body. I rolled my shoulders, looked at my band mates, and nodded.
No matter how many times I performed, I was still in awe.
I stepped out onto the stage and waved to the crowd as the heat of the lights hit me. I walked over to thank Nate, giving him and the rest of the guys a hug.
Then, I grabbed hold of the mic and did what I did best.
“Bon soir!” I yelled out in my limited French, wishing everyone a good night. “Thank you, Nate, and holy shit, what a fucking set by Killmine! Give them another round of applause, folks!”
The crowd erupted again, and I smiled as the band waved one last time and left the stage. As my guys got their instruments ready, I continued with the intros.
“I speak for everyone in the band when I say we are beyond happy to be back in New Orleans and to celebrate Halloween with you guys. What do you think of our costumes?”
Screams and shouts echoed around me.
