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“Van, do you think you could look over this statement Harlow gave to Iain?” I asked. “I know it’s not your job anymore, but given the circumstances?—”
“Of course, happy to,” he replied, and Iain handed over the notes. “Give me a few minutes to read this over.”
A short while later, the guys were ready for their interviews.
The reporters had already gone through a pre-screening check, but I verified their identities again and then passed them off to Valen to keep an eye on. I headed back into the dressing room with Lennie to watch over the guys while Van ushered the reporters into the room, one at a time.
There were the usual questions about the concert, what they were doing in the city in their free time, and who they were dating. I still didn’t know how they kept smiling after answering the same damn questions over and over for two hours, not tomention the cheesy jokes and several blatant come-ons. Van had to intervene a few times to cut off questions or to redirect.
I watched Iain’s body tense as time wore on.
The last interviewer shuffled in, a journalist from Entertainment eNews. Once he was settled in, he wasted no time getting to the story.
“Holloway, you just released a statement about a stalker harassing you, and the case is being investigated as we speak. What can you tell us about this situation and how are you coping?”
Iain leaned forward. “I’ve received some disturbing messages, but that’s all I can say. My security team is investigating.”
“And how will this affect your current tour?”
“I have full confidence that our current shows will continue without incident.”
“Have the police gotten involved?”
“No comment.”
“Could it be a former boyfriend?”
“I haven’t had any, so the answer to that is no.”
“But what about?—”
Van stepped in. “No. That’s it. Thank you for your time.”
The reporter sighed and signaled for his cameraman to stop taping. “Really, Van? That’s all you’re gonna give me? Come on.”
“You’re lucky we said anything,” Van replied.
“Why are you here directing this show anyway? Didn’t you quit your role as Wayward Lane’s manager months ago?”
“Off the record, the band’s rep is currently detained. I simply filled in temporarily.”
The reporter rolled his eyes. “Well, thanks for the bare minimum.”
“You and every other reporter who walks in here.”
The journalist nodded and packed up their equipment.
“Thank fuck, that’s over,” Iain sighed when the reporter was finally gone.
“Everyone did great,” Van assured them. “Especially you, Holls. I’m sorry you had to talk about it at all, but?—”
“I know and thanks for your help, Van. I hope Greg doesn’t come down on you too hard.”
“If he so much as tries to breathe on my husband, I’m not talking to another journalist for the remainder of our contract,” Brodie stated.
And I believed him.
“Time to hit the road,” Ronin announced and clapped his hands together. “Forget the interviews, forget this stupid ass stalker, and forget Harlow, our stupid ass manager. Let’s go party and fuck!”
