Chapter 45
Sitting in his dressing room, Jon was intently text messaging with Amber. He couldn’t wait to get this leg of the tour over with so he could see her again. Their schedule was so repetitious that he was ready to scream. Not that it was different than any other tour schedule, get up around noon, have some coffee and a little breakfast, go to the gym and work out, shower, get on a plane and go to the next town. Then it was get in a car, check into the hotel, get back in the car, go to sound check, do the show, sometimes there was an after party, other times it was right back to the hotel and unwind and go to bed. Same routine was repeated the next night and the next ad infinitum.
Right now though he was asking her sizes. He needed to figure out what to get her for Christmas and he had no idea what size of anything she wore. He knew she was tiny. Smaller even than Dot, well except Amber had bigger tits, but hell, it’d been years since he had a clue what size his ex-wife was. That thought reminding him why he was divorced. Finishing the message he hit send. Sighing, he sat back against the soft leather of the chair he was sitting in to wait for her reply. The knock on his door grabbed his attention. Everyone knew the rules, nobody bothered him for the hour or so before a show. Growling his discontent, he stalked over to the door. “What?”
“Nice fuckin’ way to answer the door.” Richie stalked in, tired of the endless stream of VIPs roaming around backstage, expecting, no, it was more like demanding that they be good little rock stars and appease them. Hell, they’d been at this gig for twenty some odd years and they’d gotten far beyond the dog and pony show stage years ago. “You seen that prick out there that thinks spending a couple grand on front row tickets from some scalper entitles him to meet all of us?” Slumping down on Jon’s couch, one leg slung over the arm of it, he glared at the door, ignoring the incredulous look on Jon’s face.
“Make yourself comfortable, Mookie.” Slamming the door nearly in the man in question’s face, Jon joined him on the other end of the couch. Distracted when he felt his phone buzz. Flipping it open he roared with laughter, then immediately started sending a reply, his fingers flying over the keys until he’d completed the message. “Damn woman, keeps me on my toes.” His grin flashed in his eyes as brightly as it did across his pearly white teeth.
Shaking his head, Richie couldn’t recall Jon being this entranced by a woman, even Dot. “She’s good for you, bro. It’s good to be off-balance sometimes.”
“Maybe so, Rich. Maybe so. I’m ready for the next six or seven shows to be over tomorrow, although I’m not going to rush through them to get there. Who knew that our meeting on that plane would bring me here? I miss her every day and wish she was here. How are you and Linda doing?” He didn’t usually talk about this with anyone. They all had their own lives and for the most part they kept them separate. Once in a while they’d sit down and talk. The days of knowing every aspect and every detail of each others’ lives were long gone.
Shrugging, Richie wasn’t sure how to put it since Linda was a close friend of Amber’s. “We had a good time. I like her company and we’re still talking, but we’ve both concluded that it’ll never go to the next level. We have a lot in common and we’re friends, with benefits for now, but she deserves more than I can give at the moment.” Seeing Jon was okay with that, he exhaled.
Grinning, Jon winked, “there’s always Cassidy.”
“Yeah, bro, you have a point there. So why doesn’t Amber fly down to a show or two?”
“We’ll be home soon and she can go to all three of the ones at CAA. That is if she can get the time off. I just want some time off so we can spend more time together.” Thinking then about how really tough it was going to be once the tour hit full steam and he was away for months at a time. She’d made it clear that her career was important to her too and she was on the fast track up the corporate ladder. He loved that about her. She was intelligent, beautiful and driven now that she had someone encouraging her to spread her wings in her profession. It was something they shared and something that Dot never sought for herself.
“Yeah, hey, remember back in Philly? Her girlfriends that flew in from overseas? The one that was missing and had vanished off with Daniel from Nickelback?” Richie was smirking big time since he’d heard this news.
“Yeah, vaguely. Tall, dark haired girl? Thin?”
“That’s the one. Apparently, Daniel’s wife showed up and found them together in bed. She’s filing for divorce. Talked to Chad the other day. He said that Daniel’s trying to get it over with quick before the girl he was with, Eloise or was it Eleanor? No, Elaine! I know the girls called her something else though. Anyway, he wants to find her again. Think Amber will help with that?” smiling at Jon shaking his head in disbelief.
“That’s a good one. So Daniel’s got it bad for Lainey, huh? She’s a sweetie from what Amber’s said. He’d just better not break her heart. So, what the hell do I get her for Christmas? It needs to be unique, at least as unique as she is.” Sitting back against his end of the couch relaxing as they discussed possible gifts, doing so when they needed to be getting ready to hit the stage. Forgetting all about where they were and what time it was.
Right now though he was asking her sizes. He needed to figure out what to get her for Christmas and he had no idea what size of anything she wore. He knew she was tiny. Smaller even than Dot, well except Amber had bigger tits, but hell, it’d been years since he had a clue what size his ex-wife was. That thought reminding him why he was divorced. Finishing the message he hit send. Sighing, he sat back against the soft leather of the chair he was sitting in to wait for her reply. The knock on his door grabbed his attention. Everyone knew the rules, nobody bothered him for the hour or so before a show. Growling his discontent, he stalked over to the door. “What?”
“Nice fuckin’ way to answer the door.” Richie stalked in, tired of the endless stream of VIPs roaming around backstage, expecting, no, it was more like demanding that they be good little rock stars and appease them. Hell, they’d been at this gig for twenty some odd years and they’d gotten far beyond the dog and pony show stage years ago. “You seen that prick out there that thinks spending a couple grand on front row tickets from some scalper entitles him to meet all of us?” Slumping down on Jon’s couch, one leg slung over the arm of it, he glared at the door, ignoring the incredulous look on Jon’s face.
“Make yourself comfortable, Mookie.” Slamming the door nearly in the man in question’s face, Jon joined him on the other end of the couch. Distracted when he felt his phone buzz. Flipping it open he roared with laughter, then immediately started sending a reply, his fingers flying over the keys until he’d completed the message. “Damn woman, keeps me on my toes.” His grin flashed in his eyes as brightly as it did across his pearly white teeth.
Shaking his head, Richie couldn’t recall Jon being this entranced by a woman, even Dot. “She’s good for you, bro. It’s good to be off-balance sometimes.”
“Maybe so, Rich. Maybe so. I’m ready for the next six or seven shows to be over tomorrow, although I’m not going to rush through them to get there. Who knew that our meeting on that plane would bring me here? I miss her every day and wish she was here. How are you and Linda doing?” He didn’t usually talk about this with anyone. They all had their own lives and for the most part they kept them separate. Once in a while they’d sit down and talk. The days of knowing every aspect and every detail of each others’ lives were long gone.
Shrugging, Richie wasn’t sure how to put it since Linda was a close friend of Amber’s. “We had a good time. I like her company and we’re still talking, but we’ve both concluded that it’ll never go to the next level. We have a lot in common and we’re friends, with benefits for now, but she deserves more than I can give at the moment.” Seeing Jon was okay with that, he exhaled.
Grinning, Jon winked, “there’s always Cassidy.”
“Yeah, bro, you have a point there. So why doesn’t Amber fly down to a show or two?”
“We’ll be home soon and she can go to all three of the ones at CAA. That is if she can get the time off. I just want some time off so we can spend more time together.” Thinking then about how really tough it was going to be once the tour hit full steam and he was away for months at a time. She’d made it clear that her career was important to her too and she was on the fast track up the corporate ladder. He loved that about her. She was intelligent, beautiful and driven now that she had someone encouraging her to spread her wings in her profession. It was something they shared and something that Dot never sought for herself.
“Yeah, hey, remember back in Philly? Her girlfriends that flew in from overseas? The one that was missing and had vanished off with Daniel from Nickelback?” Richie was smirking big time since he’d heard this news.
“Yeah, vaguely. Tall, dark haired girl? Thin?”
“That’s the one. Apparently, Daniel’s wife showed up and found them together in bed. She’s filing for divorce. Talked to Chad the other day. He said that Daniel’s trying to get it over with quick before the girl he was with, Eloise or was it Eleanor? No, Elaine! I know the girls called her something else though. Anyway, he wants to find her again. Think Amber will help with that?” smiling at Jon shaking his head in disbelief.
“That’s a good one. So Daniel’s got it bad for Lainey, huh? She’s a sweetie from what Amber’s said. He’d just better not break her heart. So, what the hell do I get her for Christmas? It needs to be unique, at least as unique as she is.” Sitting back against his end of the couch relaxing as they discussed possible gifts, doing so when they needed to be getting ready to hit the stage. Forgetting all about where they were and what time it was.
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