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Anxieties were for another version of me and another day.
I wanted to soak up this wild feeling and live in it a little while longer. Before reality intruded.
People walked around me, and I’m pretty sure someone asked me a question, but I was too overloaded to pay attention. My body vibrated like a tuning fork.
Until I received a whack on the shoulder and turned to find Ace smiling at me.
“You done good, Van. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Thanks, but it was all Brodie. I just hummed along.”
Ace shook his head, his long, blond hair falling over his shoulders. “You did your fair share up there. Gotta say, it sounds like a hit to me. I think you should record it with him.”
I placed the guitar aside and ran my hand through my sweat-soaked hair. “No way. He needs a professional singer to partner with.”
Ace gave me a knowing smirk and held up his phone, tapping the screen. “I don’t know about that. You can’t fake chemistry like yours.”
My face heated as I stood beside him and watched the video of the performance.
It was all there for anyone to see. Admittedly, I was okay, not great, but the two of us together? Yeah, Ace was right. And fuck, watching me and Brodie singing to each other was the sexiest thing in the world.
I was going to be replaying this—a lot.
Notifications popped up on his phone with people commenting.
“Did you post this?”
Ace shook his head. “Nope, but lots of fans did. It was a pretty intense song. I mean, Brodie was in tears, Van. I know it’s not my place, but, are you and him—”
“We don’t know what it is yet,” I replied quickly and immediately regretted how that sounded.
I wasn’t ashamed of my feelings, but I also wasn’t ready to answer questions from other people. Fuck’s sake, Brodie and I hadn’t even kissed yet.
What if he changed his mind?
Ace smiled at me. “I’m not surprised. It’s been building for a while now. I see the way you two look at each other.”
“I’ve never crossed that line with someone I worked with. For.”
Ace shrugged and patted me on the shoulder. “It happens a lot in this business. We’re on the road with each other more than we’re home, and when you bond over somethin’ like music, well, it don’t get much better than that.”
I turned to reply to him, but he’d already stepped away.
Instead of watching the rest of the show, I headed to the VIP room to decompress and deal with the influx of calls and texts on my phone.
And to deal with the group of journalists who were readying for the band’s post-concert interviews.
Most of the reporters were on their phones when I arrived.
I perused social media and saw various versions of the video being shared and commented on. Almost all of it was high praise, people raving about Brodie’s performance and wondering who I was. Not just who I was but who I was to Brodie.
There were also three missed calls from Greg. Shit.
Instead of ignoring them, I stepped back into the hallway for privacy and called him back.
A cold sweat broke out all over my body as I waited for him to answer.
“Van, what the hell is going on?” Greg’s voice boomed in my ear.
