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Chapter 3
Dylan
What a day. I won’t lie; I was worried. Zack was such a damned wildcard and he really needed to learn to keep his pecker in his pants. Anyone with a vagina was fair game to him, but by God I was not going to allow him to make our new manager his newest conquest. No way, no how.
If I couldn’t convince him on my own then maybe the other guys in the band could chime in and make him see where he was going wrong, so I’d called up our drummer, Ethan, keyboardist, Salvatore, and guitarist, Flinn, and asked them to meet us at an exclusive New York City club called the Cavalier Club. It was one of our favorites and we tried to drop in each time we were in the Big Apple.
The SUV pulled up to the curb of the club. Being that it was Friday night there was a line all the way down the block of people waiting to get in. I’d called ahead and the security staff was on alert for us. As the driver shut off the engine, four large bouncers in suits burst from the front entrance and made their way to the vehicle. One stepped forward and opened the back door for us to exit.
Zack exited first, and as normal, as soon as he appeared the crowd in line went nuts.
I sighed. A part of me wished I had a normal life where I could go somewhere and not be recognized. I sometimes had fantasies of going to the local Wal-Mart and shopping for everything and nothing without a single person demanding a photo or autograph. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated how fortunate I was to have this life. I was damned lucky to be able to do something that I loved and be paid for it! But sometimes I longed to be normal, if only for a day.
Slipping from the car I groaned out loud. Zack was already at the line and signing autographs and pulling women from the crowd.
No, and fuck no. We weren’t doing this tonight. Tonight was about getting some drinks and getting our priorities in order.
“Hey dude, this is Brittney and Eliza and…” He wagged his finger at the third woman. “Sorry baby, I can’t remember your name.”
“It’s Jewel,” the slender blonde he was referring to offered.
Smiling, I nodded at the women. “Nice to meet you ladies, but we’ve got to go.”
“Aren’t we joining you? Zack said we could be your company.” The brunette of the group caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked at me with sex in her eyes.
Hell no.
“I’m sorry girls. Not tonight.” I looked over my shoulder and gave one of the bouncers a head nod, indicating for him to take care of the problem.
“Dylan,” Zack protested, but allowed himself to be ushered away from the women and the screaming crowd behind them. I smiled and gave everyone a wave but ignored requests for autographs.
“Dylan, please, can I have an autograph?” A young woman yelled, reaching over the rope and grabbing at my arm.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but if I did that for you, I’d have to do it for everyone, and that wouldn’t be fair.” Generally, I’d be happy to give autographs, but I was a firm believer if the crowd was too big for me to give everyone one then I wouldn’t start at all. I remember when I was a kid growing up in L.A. It would upset me when I was part of a crowd, but never seemed to be able to get an autograph because there were just too many people willing to stampede the less aggressive people to the celebrity.
Disappearing into the building, we were led through the backway to an exclusive room at the back of the club. The room had a one-sided window. To the patrons it appeared to be a mirror, but we could see into the crowd of young adults bumping and grinding on the dance floor.
The other three had already arrived and were already seated and enjoying some craft beer. Our arrival was greeted by a chorus of hello’s and laughter.
“What’s the deal?” Ethan asked the moment we’d sat down and ordered bottle service. “Do we have a new manager or what?”
I nodded. “Yes. Her name is Violet Hudson.”
“Violet Hudson,” Flinn clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “That name sounds familiar.”
“She’s this fine piece of ass that I’m already calling dibs on,” Zack said, “And once I’m done with her we can move on to a real manager.”
“Violet Hudson,” Salvatore parroted. “Yeah, she’s the daughter of Edward Hudson. Wow. That might be great, I’ve wondered about her. There’s a couple of bands she’s managed that have found some success.”
Salvatore kept up with the movers and shakers in the industry better than anyone else that I knew. It boded well that he knew of her.
I turned to Zack. “See,” I waved to Salvatore. “He already knows of her, which says to me that she’s a good choice and that we need to keep her.”
“Is there anything else I can get for you boys?” the waitress cut in. The waitress was a beautiful woman, I’d guess to be about twenty-three, who normally served us. It was appreciated that we were given the same server each time we arrived, she was used to us and we didn’t have to worry about the whole fan-girl silliness. She was very professional and we tipped her extremely well for her professionalism.
“Not for now, baby. Catch me later,” Zack winked and gave her a little pat on the ass.
Rolling my eyes, I snapped my fingers in front of Zack’s eyes. “As important as your dick is, you need to focus. We have to have a serious discussion right now.”
