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Jamie shifted a little and held me closer and for a moment I wondered if he had seen their exchange as well, if he had I wouldn’t have wanted it to bother him.
“Aren’t you nervous about doing your thing in front of thousands of people?” I asked, keeping his focus on himself.
“Nervous of people, No. Of fucking up in front of them, yes. Going out there knowing I have to perform no matter what, I owe that to the band and the people that have paid their hard earned money to hear me perform at my best.”
“That’s a responsibility for sure, but you’re absolutely awesome on stage,” I mumbled. “I can’t imagine you having to try. What you do is so effortless.”
He kissed the top of my head in reward for my praise. “It may appear effortless, but our stage performances result from thousands of hours of rehearsals and previous tours. I try not to think about it too much, that’s why I just want to lie here and chill.”
Standing corrected for bringing the subject up, I lifted my head, pressed a small kiss to his lips and settled down on his chest. Listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart as he held me in his arms soothed me. Moments later, my eyes drifted around the room and eventually met those of the girl with Bernie, who glared intently toward me.
Ignoring her, I closed my eyes to shut her out and fought back the urge to ask Jamie who she was. I was the last person to cause any drama for him, not when he had a job to do.
Storing the question in my mind for later, I lay basking in the steady drum of his heartbeat close to my ear, and despite us being the focus for attention, I must have dozed off to sleep. I guess he must have too, because we both jumped when there was a knock at the door.
Donna and a sharp-looking guy with an expensive coat draped over his shoulders entered the room. Jamie shifted and sat us both up.
Jamie held the sides of my head between his palms. “Baby, can you go take your seat with Bernie?” He sat up straight and fiddled with the backstage pass hanging on a lanyard around my neck. “Get one of the security guys to take you up there. Later I’ll ask Felix to bring you backstage and you can watch some of the gig from the wings. We still have about an hour before the show starts, but I need to get dressed, talk to the guys and get pumped up for the performance.”
“Of course, have fun and I’ll see you after the show,” I replied and left as he asked.
Chapter 13
“There you are. I didn’t know where you disappeared to,” Lottie gestured, animatedly with her hands out when she saw me walking back to my seat. “I can’t believe you did this for me. This is even closer than the mosh pit. I feel I could almost reach out and touch the band from here.” She grabbed the safety rail and looking down on the stage with a beaming smile, turned, grabbed me and kissed each cheek.
“Relax Lottie, DistRoyed won’t be on for another hour,” I warned as my eyes caught Bernie and the girl take a seat two rows behind me. “Come on, let’s go out and find a drink,” I suggested, grabbing Lottie’s hand. “There must be a cafe bar nearby. We have passes to get back in,” I reminded, her. I wasn’t thirsty in the least, but if I’d stayed where I was, I knew I’d have challenged Bernie’s friend had she continued to regard me with contempt.
“You won’t let me down, will you? I’ll really get to chat with the band later?”
“You’re here, aren’t you? When the gig is over, I’ll make sure we bring you backstage so that you can meet everyone.”
“You’re incredible, and to think I was going to bed with your boyfriend a few hours ago.”
“No, Lottie, you were in my boyfriend’s bed, big difference. If you’d been going to bed with my boyfriend, you’d have been at a far less pleasant gig than this one. There would still have been lots of other people for sure, but your hero would have been one in a crisp white coat and a stethoscope.”
We left the venue and found a small café a couple of streets away. I ordered us a bottle of Chardonnay and some little macaroons. We sat at a small round metal table on some uncomfortable matching chairs, which reminded me of a junior school chair from back in the day.
“Tell me, what's your story?” I asked, taking a bite of the delicious pistachio macaroon.
“First, I want to apologize for getting into your bed. What did Jamie say about it? Is he mad at me?”
“I’m afraid that your effort didn’t faze him. From his lack of reaction, I’d say your move wasn’t unique.”
“I can’t believe I’d ever thought I’d have gotten away with that. What the hell was I thinking, lying naked in a rock star’s bed?”
I snickered. “I’m sure you’ll look back at it one day and laugh.”
“Daisy, you’re as sound as a pound, taking my behavior in the way you have. If I wasin your shoes, I’d have beaten the shit out of me.”
“Why would I do that? You’re a fan, not quite the same as a mistress now is it?”
“He has a mistress?”
I snickered. “Not that I know of.” I excluded disclosing to him he could have one of those and I wouldn’t be any the wiser.
“What would you have done if I had been Jamie?”
“Honestly? I would have climbed that man like a tree if I’d had the chance. But,” she added quickly, “that was before I saw how mad he was at what happened to you. I’d never do something that crazy again. It was a fantasy, I tried to play out.” She huffed. “I mean, look at me and then look at you,” she asked, gesturing toward me as we sat at the pavement cafe. “What do I offer to a rock star like Jamie?”
