Page 4 of When We Fell Again
Jude looked up from his phone. “Pizza’s in the kitchen. Beer too.”
“Er, don’t think that’s a good idea, do you?” Levi looked between the two of us. “That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. I’ll grab you some juice.” He got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a pizza box and a pint of OJ. “Here you go.”
Hungrily, I grabbed the box with my good hand, setting it on my lap and opening it. I practically inhaled the meat feast, honestly not knowing when the last time I ate was. And with everything swimming around in my blood stream, I needed something to stabilise myself. While I was eating, my phone rang.
The screen displayed Kelvin Francis, our manager’s number.
“Stick him on speaker.” I gestured to Levi to answer on my behalf.
He did as he was told, placing the phone on the arm of my chair.
“Jordan. What the fuck happened this time?” Kelvin didn’t believe in beating around the bush.
“Good news travels fast, then. Whatever happened to ’are you okay’?”
“When it comes to you, Jordan…” Kelvin let the sentence trail off.
To be fair, this wasn’t his first rodeo in picking up the pieces after one of my monumental fuck-ups.
“It’s all under control.” I tried my best to reassure him. “I’ve got a sling, some pretty shit hot painkillers, and there’s nothing that can stop me going on this tour.”
CHAPTER2
Alexis
Theo:I need your help. Call me ASAP.
Fuck.
I was already halfway through a bottle of wine, television on in the background while I caught up on a million and one overdue emails. The last thing I needed was my boss, Theo Spicer, hassling me on a Wednesday evening just a few days before I went out on my next job. But he was the boss. He probably needed help with an Excel spreadsheet he’d been sent. Theo wasn’t the best with technology.
Gearing myself up to be tech support, I took a fortifying slug of wine, turned down the volume on the television, and dialled his number.
“Alexis, thank God.” Theo breathed a sigh of relief upon answering.
“What’s up?” I squinted at the time. Half past eight. Hopefully, this would be a quick fix and I could watch some new crime drama that started at nine.
“It’s Chris. His mum’s taken a turn and he needs to go home and help.”
“Sorry to hear that.” Chris and I weren’t close and his home life had nothing to do with me. Harsh, but true, and I wondered why Theo felt the need to tell me about it.
“He’s meant to be the tour manager for Idol Rev, and it starts on Monday. There’s little chance he’ll be back in time.” Theo spoke so quickly that the words blended into one another.
“So, why are you telling me?”
There was a beat, and I thought the call had dropped, but then Theo announced his bombshell.
“I need someone to take his place.”
My hand stilled halfway in bringing the wine glass to my lips.
Idol Rev?
He had to be kidding me.
I forced myself to swallow a huge mouthful of wine, trying to calm the emotions whirling around my body.
My next job was meant to be managing Lissy Parker’s tour. She was a folk-slash-pop acoustic solo artist with a loyal, quiet fan base. That meant a lot of small, low-key venues, where I could spend chilled-out evenings sipping a glass of wine and watching on while she charmed everyone in the audience.
