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And really? This was the kind of press that musicians dreamed about. The song was already viral, and it hadn’t even been officially recorded yet.
After an hour of interviews, the band was done, and the press filed out of the venue.
“We’re ready to take you to the afterparty,” Regan called out.
“I need to speak to you in private first,” I said to Brodie as I motioned to the door. “Where’s Colm?”
“He was talking to Ace in the hallway.”
“Let’s go to your dressing room.”
We headed out of the room and spotted Ace and Colm standing side by side, deep in conversation.
“Brodie and I need to have a quick chat. We’ll be back in ten minutes,” I called out.
Colm nodded and resumed his conversation with Ace.
Brodie and I made our way down the dark hallway to the basement and the drafty dressing room. I closed the door behind me.
Finally, we had a moment alone.
Brodie sat down at the table, took off his rings, and began to clean off his makeup.
“Wait, what are you doing? You have to leave for the party shortly.”
Brodie shook his head. “I messed it up earlier. And it’s starting to itch.”
I stood behind him and gently placed my hands on his shoulders.
“Have you looked at the socials yet?” I asked quietly.
He nodded. “I have.”
“Greg called me. He wants to know what’s going on. He asked if you and I were together. I didn’t answer his question.”
Brodie grabbed a tissue and wiped the final remnants of makeup off his face. “It’s none of his goddamn business what we are.”
“It is, Brodie. I signed a contract. I made a promise.”
He shrugged off my hands and stood up. Then he turned and faced me, his eyes glittering in the darkness.
“I don’t fucking care.”
“Are you sure you want this?”
Hell was going to rain down over both of us once Greg found out.
My first instinct was to protect Brodie even if it was from myself.
“Are you really asking me that question? After everything that’s happened? After what we shared out there? Couldn’t you feel it?”
“Of course I feel it. That song is all about my feelings for you. But I’m trying to be the voice of reason here.”
“Well, knock it off! I don’t need to rationalize my emotions. That’s not who I am.”
He turned and made to move around me. No way was I letting him walk away now. We needed to have this out.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
