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your feet will take you
Screaming wild with the wind
until I stop chasing
You back track lee and tack anything to get away
no matter how hard I beg you to stay
Feels like a race but one I can’t win
Then you’re close, spinning around, so we can do it again
It wasn’t Pierce, but Jinx was good. Since he brought his own fandom to the Hunt, they were probably loving the hell out of this. Jinx sang his own songs but did not front Midnight Hunt. But he was pretty good and probably should sing a little more. The two of them had incredible chemistry and showed it on stage, playing against each other, but this song took it to another level.
Harrison came up behind me and bumped my shoulder. “Did you know about this?”
I shook my head again and leaned in so he could hear—that seemed like the standard when you stood next to the band—and gestured to the stage. “Tried to tell them no.”
“They don’t listen.” Harrison looked pissed. His firm represented the band, and this was going to give them more work. I was sure Harrison was thinking about how to get ahead of this fuck up. He glanced around, probably looking for his brother. “Have you seen Don?”
Now, I nodded. “He’s with Kay’s band.”
“Fuck.” I saw him mouth the word more than heard him, but I sure as hell understood.
They went through the song and finished up. It was fantastic and the fans loved it. But what was this going to cost them? Pierce had already shown he could be kind of an asshole.
The next thing I knew, I had my arms full of Ziggy and couldn’t think about anything else.Fine with me!“Let’s go back to the bus and grab my bag.”
Ziggy jumped on the bus to get his stuff, and I waited outside. As he came down the steps, Wolf and Harrison stormed by and into their own vehicle, and they were whisper-fighting the entire way. They didn’t even notice us. Ziggy thumbed over his shoulder in their direction. “We’re probably going to be in trouble.”
“The song. I was surprised you did it without the recording.”
Ziggy shrugged. “Jinx was good though. Right?”
As if he conjured the man by saying his name, Jinx and Miami rode up in a golf cart. They hopped off. “What’s going on?” Miami asked while Jinx waved at us.
“Talking aboutDip and Grind.” Ziggy had a shit-eating grin aimed at Miami as if trying to stir shit up. That was my Ziggy, though.
“Eh…we’ll throw some money at Pierce, and he’ll get over it.”
Ziggy’s eyebrows jumped. “You think? Because I know Pierce, and he’s kind of a prima donna.”
“He was a pain in the ass over it during negotiations, if I remember right.” I had to add my thoughts. This could be bigger than Miami thought.
“I don’t know. We’ll work it out. We have great lawyers, you know.” Miami nodded to the other bus where Wolf and Harrison had disappeared.
Jinx scoffed. “We can’t keep relying on them to get us out of trouble. We need to think about these things ahead of time.”
“I didn’t see you saying no when we started playing on stage.” Miami shrugged as if he were innocent.
Before they could get started with the argument, though, one of the security guards walked up. “Excuse me, Ziggy. Your guest is at the gate. You forgot to put his name on the list, and we need an okay.”
“Guest?” Ziggy asked.
“Zade Watley. Drake said he remembered him from Atlanta.”
“Oh, yeah. Didn’t realize…that’s okay, let him back.” He blushed a little, barely pink on his cheeks, but I noticed if no one else did. I noticed everything about him. “Sorry, Cole. We’re going to have to wait a bit. Fans, you know.” Ziggy wiped his forehead again, the humidity was killing him.
