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Chapter 2 - Lacie
“I can’t believe you were able to get us all on the same team,” I breathed, looking at Morgan with wide eyes. She worked for a Personal Relations firm for all kinds of different celebrities in Los Angeles, and she’d managed to get both me and our friend Veronica on the same job. I’d be doing hair and makeup and Veronica would be the full-time photographer for the next six weeks.
We were going to be working with thebiggest band in the USA, maybe the world: The Mondays.
Morgan grinned. “I’m not sure it’s a good thing. I’m pretty sure Marcus gave me this assignment to watch me fail, just so he could demote me or fire me.”
Veronica laughed. “I’m not sure I really care. I’ll be able to put this on my resume for the rest of my life!”
“That makes one of us,” Morgan laughed. “I’ll wait to put this on my resume to see if they actually behave themselves. From what I’ve seen in their file, they’re not exactly PR-friendly.”
I’d seen the press—we all had. The Mondays had been on a six-month bender of self-destruction. They’d gone from America’s dream band to tabloid fodder in a matter of weeks.
“You’ll be great,” Veronica said, putting her arm around Morgan’s shoulder.
I nodded. “Plus, they’re all super hot.”
I’d seen the photos and music videos and all the press around the band. All three men were muscled, tattooed giants. They just screamed ‘man’ whenever you looked at them. The thought of being in the same room as them for the next week—and if things went well, on a world tour with them—well, it made me warm in all the right places.
Morgan grinned, nodding to the nondescript building in front of us. It looked almost abandoned. If it weren’t for the distant noises of bands practicing in various corners of the building, I might have thought we had the wrong address.
“Let’s go meet these guys.”
“Hold on to your panties, ladies,” I joked. “I hear these guys are lethal.”
“Lethal or not, we have a job to do,” Morgan replied. Her face was drawn and she clenched her fists, glancing at the building. I knew her boss had backed her into a corner with this job, but Veronica and I were going to help her as much as possible.
“Don’t worry, Morgan. You’ve got the dream team with you,” I said.
Veronica nodded. “They won’t stand a chance. They’ll clean up their act in no time and they’ll be back to being America’s sweethearts.”
“Can men be sweethearts?” I asked, laughing.
Veronica elbowed me in the ribs and glanced at me sideways. “You know what I mean.”
“Alright,” Morgan announced with a deep breath. “Let’s go meet these bad boy rock stars, turn them into nice choir boys and get them ready for their album launch.”
We marched through the front doors just as the band’s manager, Tony, came down the hallway. He was a shorter man with a round potbelly. His shirt was a deep, wine red with wide lapels, and he spread his arms out wide. I could see the gold chain glinting against his hairy chest.
“Morgan! You look gorgeous as always. And this must be Lacie and Veronica!”
We all made the necessary introductions, and headed down the winding hallways. As the sound of music got louder, my heart started beating harder.
I’d worked with celebrities before. I’d worked backstage at fashion shows and photo shoots, and it was unlike me to get star struck. But still, as we walked towards the sounds of the band and we rounded the last corner, my mouth was dry and my palms were sweating.
This was The Mondays! The biggest rock band in the country—maybe the world! How could I not be nervous? I straightened my dress, glancing down at myself and wondering if a casual sundress was the way to go. Maybe I should have looked more professional? I mean, look at Morgan! Her white pencil skirt and blazer combination was just screaming ‘hot businesswoman bitch’ in the best possible way.
I shook my head, blowing the air out of my nostrils and squaring my shoulders. Morgan was in front of us, and Veronica squeezed my arm. She gave me a wink and I nodded.
We got to the door just as the song ended, and Tony ushered us through. Morgan went straight into business mode. She took a couple strides forward, extending her hand towards the lead singer, Garrett.
“Morgan Matthews.”
“Garrett–”
“Wood,” Morgan finished. “I’ve heard of you.”
I didn’t hear anything else after that. Tony introduced me to the band, and they all nodded at me, but my eyes were glued on one man: Maddox Knight, the drummer.
