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The bus door opened, and everyone headed to the front. Drake and Clark handed each of us lanyards as we got off the bus. “Do not leave the grounds. And make sure you check in at your own bus to pick up Dale before heading off.” He pointed at Wolf. Dale was his guard for this gig, while Drake was with us and Clark with Miami and Jinx.
Ziggy grabbed my arm. “Let’s see if they have breakfast set up. I’m starving.” We made our way to the food areas and there were obviously a lot of people working, but no food was out and ready. There were trucks again as well, but none of them were open either. “Fuck no. I’m hungry. Let’s see if we can finagle a Sammy or something.”
“We have snacks on the bus.”
“Fuck that.” He stepped over the roped-off area and leaned his head into the back of the concessions area. “Hey. Anyone here?”
After a bit of clanging, which sounded a lot like pots and pans, a man stepped out. Not just a man, though. This guy wasstunning. Petite with a touch of makeup that made his eyelashes seem like they were a foot long. His hair was pulled up under a net but looked long and platinum. I could imagine it flowing around his shoulders. “Can I help you?”
“I’m like starving, dude. I know it’s early, but can we get something to eat? Anything?” Ziggy bounced on his toes.
The guy put a hand on his hip and for a second, he seemed like he was going to go off, but he relaxed instead. “I do have a Sausage, Peppers, & Arugula Ricotta Linguine that is far enough along to serve. How’s that?”
“Sounds fantastic…” I thought my man was going to explode, he was so hyped up. Was he drooling?
“Okay…” Before the guy turned around, I noticed his lanyard.
“Ely? Do I know you?” He suddenly looked familiar.
“Yeah.” Ziggy screwed up his face. “You do look familiar. Ely?”
Ely glared, but not in a totally unfriendly way. “Well, I do run the food services here. If you’ve been here in prior years, you’ve seen me. I’m sure.”
“Maybe, but…”
The guy sighed. “ETF.”
“ET what?” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but Ziggy clued in fast.
“Oh. You’re with ETF, Rhone, right?”
Ely nodded but I still didn’t know who he was talking about.
“Dude.” Ziggy smacked my arm. “The band. ETF. Embrace the Fear. Rhone is their drummer. Ely is with him. Sorry, I don’t know if you’re dating or engaged, married, or what, but they’ve been together a while now. I saw you hanging with them last year.”
“Yes. That’s me. So food?”
“Please, please, please.” Ziggy dropped to his knees and held his hands in front of him like he was praying.
“Rockstars, I swear.” Ely rolled his eyes. “Wait here.”
I smacked the back of Ziggy’s head. “Get up, you goof.”
He cackled like a fiend, but he stood. “I’m super stoked for this festival, and I’m starving.”
Before he finished his sentence, I copied his words with, “You’re starving. I know.”
Thankfully, Ely quickly brought us to trays loaded with the pasta dish he’d described. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you so much.” I never forgot my manners. “Hopefully, we’ll see you later.”
“I’ll be here, cooking and making sure there is plenty of food all weekend long.” He spread his arms out dramatically.
Ziggy bowed and took his tray, dashing to the closest seat to dig in. Ely had even supplied forks, thank God, or Ziggy probably would have eaten with his hands.
“Bye, Ely.” I turned and followed my man. The food was delicious.
We spent the rest of the day walking around, chatting with other bands who had arrived, and watching a few newer bands. There was a kick-ass group that even I loved on a smaller stage. They were called One Way Street, and I made a note to check them out later and see who represented them.
