Page 65 of Broken Melody
Sailor soothes her friend until suddenly, there’s a shout from the bus and Jace comes running off of it. “It’s on! It’s on!”
“What’s on?” Henley questions then laughs when Jace trips over his own feet in his efforts to get to us quickly.
“Chaos, it’s on the radio!”
We all smile and move toward the bus, Sailor and Britt on my heels.
As soon as Sailor hears our song a glorious smile graces her face and I love that I get to witness it up close and personal. Hearing your voice on the radio for the first time is indescribable. I feel like I’m hearing myself for the first time through her. By the way her eyes light up, the curl of her lips when she smiles, the squeal that comes out of her mouth and the way she jumps up and down and starts singing along. “I’m on the radio! Maddox! I’m on the radio!” she yells and starts dancing all around. Britt starts dancing with her and they squeal while Sailor starts singing out loud.
All the guys, and everyone else surrounding us can’t help but dance along with them. And with Sailor leading, we all have one big dance party while the song plays and act like a bunch of weirdos.
Inevitably the song ends and Jace claps his hands, “Alright, Graffiti, get your asses on the bus. It’s time to take off.”
The girls hug one more time, “I’m so happy we were together to hear your song on the radio for the first time,” Britt tells Sailor.
“Me too,” Sailor smiles and hugs Britt again. “I’ll talk to you soon.” With one last look over her shoulder, Sailor walks to the bus and gets on. “Hey,” Britt says catching my attention as she moves closer to me.
“Yeah?” I ask looking at her.
She moves her sunglasses to the top of her head, “Take yours off too,” she tells me. I do so and she looks me dead in the eyes and quietly says, “If anything happens to her, I’m blaming you. Take care of her.”
“I will. You can count on it,” I promise, knowing that Sailor didn’t keep our new relationship a secret from her best friend.
“I do,” she says and then she surprises me by giving me a hug too. “I’ll be watching the mail for those tickets.”
I hug her back and laugh, “Okay. I promise they’ll be on their way.”
With a nod and one last look at the bus, she gets in her car and drives away. I finish helping them load the rest of the luggage on the bus before sitting down next to Sailor at the table and chairs in the middle part of the bus across from the kitchen. The bus is pretty amazing, really. It’s completely decked out and if you have to live on one for a little while, this is definitely the way to go. Of course by the end of the tour we will probably all be ready to rip each other’s heads off and be condemning this bus to hell, but until then, we have everything we need here for the most part. We’ll stay at a hotel intermittently. If anything like before, those hotel nights are coveted and we all go to our separate rooms, but not before kissing the damn floor, eager to have some time separate from each other.
“So,” Sailor says looking around at all of us, “tell me some stories.”
“You already need entertained? We just got on the bus!” Nixon teases.
“Some stories? About what?” Rocco asks.
“I want to hear about your prior times on tour. The things no one else knows. There has to be some crazy stories. Times you fought? What have you done to pass the time?”
“Well, there was this one time that we all met this groupie at a concert and she was traveling from venue to ven-” Henley starts.
“No. No. We are not going to tell her stories like that,” I interrupt. I’m not keen on her hearing about times we were a bunch of man whores. Not that they still aren’t, or I wasn’t a few months ago, but that’s not the point.
“Why not? She asked!” Nixon argues.
“She’s still a lady, and that’s not cool,” Rocco says.
“Thank you,” I nod at Rocco thankful he agrees with me.
“Sounds like you’ll have to tell me that one in private,” Sailor says to Henley.
“I’ll gladly tell you all about it,” Nixon says with a devious smile. “As long as you tell me about the time you made out with a woman.”
“Oh my god, give it up,” I tell him.
He looks me dead in the eyes, “Never.” Sailor simply laughs and shakes her head.
“Look, here’s all you need to know,” Rocco starts. “Henley gets really gassy when we eat at one too many taco places, Nixon completely misses the toilet pissing when he’s drunk.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Henley demands of Rocco. “Why am I getting all the shit today? Your gas can clear a room, so you shouldn’t talk.”
