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Usually Benji’s backstage by now, but I have yet to see him, so I peek through the curtain separating us from the rest of the bar. Most of the crowd has gathered at the front of the stage with others scattered across the tables.
“Looking for someone?” a deep voice asks.
I look up to see one of the guys who helps the Nymphs carry their equipment. He must recognize I can’t remember his name, so he supplies, “Drew.”
“Right, sorry,” I say.
Drew just shrugs, not seeming bothered.
“Have you seen the Nymphs’ manager around?” I ask, sounding only half-interested.
He gives a grin. “Benji? Yeah, last I saw him he was out there with his girl.”
I swallow, staring up at him like he’s speaking a different language. “His…”
“They’re over there.”
When I check the crowd again, my stomach sinks further. This time I spot Jordan with Callie and a redhead. They appear deep in conversation when Benji reaches them, passing out a round of drinks. Redhead included.
I stand there for a few minutes, just watching them. Benji’s leaning beside her, listening to them talk, giving a sexy half-smile every now and then. It twists in my belly every time she says something to him. Sucks the air from my lungs when he tells her something back.
When he straightens up and slaps Jordan on the back, I realize he’s heading my way. I duck behind the curtain, fighting back the tears, but I feel them winning.
“Hey, whoa,” Bianca says, catching me before I rush by them.
“What’s wrong?” Jae’s in front of me, hugging my shoulders.
“You need to go?” Cys asks.
I manage to nod at her, pleading with her with my eyes to just let me go.
She nods and hands me the keys to her car. “Go.”
And I’m gone.
CHAPTER 13
BENJI
“They’re not bad.”
“They’re fucking great,” I say about the Nymphs who are currently on stage and killing it. Then I turn and smirk at the tall blond dude standing behind me. “Christian Vero.”
He grins and steps forward, offering me a handshake. “Benji Jones.” Then he tips his head to the side, “This is Adams North. Guitarist for Of Men and Wolves.”
I nod, truly impressed. “You guys have killer sound.”
Adams gives a humble nod of appreciation. “Thanks.”
Of Men and Wolves have been growing in popularity lately. The first time I saw them was at a massive battle of the bands that they easily won. Christian and I met there too. The guy’s a douche bag, but one of those people that grows on you after a while. Or after a weekend of heavy drinking together.
He likes to act like he has his shit together more than me, but the guy only has the one act he follows around like a puppy. From what I remember he and Adams were college roommates, giving him the in from the beginning. An in I can guarantee hundreds of managers are wishing they had right about now.
“I hear you guys are gearing up for your first tour,” I say.
Adams nods, a smile on his face that nothing could destroy. “It’s pretty surreal.”
“We have a few shows up this way, you know. Could use an opening band.”
