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“You ready?” Rowdy took my bag from me while I attempted to shove my feet into my sandals.
“Yes. How do I look?” I ran my fingers through my long hair.
Tucker brought the Tahoe around and we headed to Russ’s home on the edge of Vegas. Marcie met us at the car and wrapped her arms around me. I looked over her shoulder and Rowdy smirked. “I’m so glad you’re here. I hope you brought a suit.”
“I did.”
“Good. Put it on, and I’ll have one of the guys to take the drinks out to the pool.”
ROWDY
We all sat around the table throwing back shots when Russ opened his computer and turned it in our direction. “Have you guys seen this?”
“I’ve been a little busy.” I wiggled my eyebrows which caused them all to chuckle.
"We received a video of a formal apology from the network president. He’d even done his homework.He advertised our upcoming tour and the new opening band for us, Paper Hearts. Our label found them when Storm played at a dive bar here in Vegas. They called them for one audition, and they were hired. Now they’re opening for Styx and Stones. It doesn’t get any better than that for a new band. It means they’re on their on their way to the top. They were climbing the charts, and my guess was they’d hit the top ten within the next year.
“Scott from the label is talking about a tour overseas. How does everyone feel about Paris?” Russ asked.
“Fuck yeah!” went up in unison around the room.
“How soon would we leave?” I asked.
“It would be in August and last three months.”
I had no idea what Storm would think about going to Paris for work. Do all women want to go to Paris? Isn’t it supposed to be romantic?
Once business was called, we headed for the pool where our girls were on loungers or lying on floats. I spotted Storm lying on a pink flamingo float in the middle of the pool. I stepped into the pool house and stepped into my swim trunks and jumped in the pool, causing Storm to squeal as the water splashed in her face.
I swam over to her and hung on the side of her float kissing the shit out of her. “Babe, what would you think about going to Paris for a few months?”
“Paris! Really? Are you shitting me?”
“I promise I’m not shitting you. We have the opportunity to tour there for three months.”
“I’m so excited I don’t know what to say or do,” she said,squishing my cheeks together and kissing me, causing me to laugh out loud. “I have so much to do!”
“Don’t worry about it right now. We’ve got a couple of weeks to plan.”
“Only two weeks? I need a whole new wardrobe. A couple of new swimsuits and…”
“Promise you’ll go to that lingerie store I like and pick up a few things.” She kissed me again.
“Promise.”
“Good girl.”
I should really get this nagging back ache checked out or I’d be sitting on a stool throughout the concert. I hated to sit and sing to the crowd. When I was up and can move around it felt more personable. I called Dr. Perkins’s office but didn’t have an opening. If it got too bad, I’d check in with a doctor overseas. I was guessing I pulled a muscle while working out or moving some of my equipment around. It would just take time to heal.
I opened the door the next day and was greeted with hot heat. It was eight in the morning and it was already hot. Storm was up and waiting for me. Offering to help me and me refusing the help.
I bent at the waist and groaned as I picked up my duffle.
“I thought you were going to call the doctor about that,” Storm said.
“I did. He didn’t have an opening.”
“You should have told them who you were, and they would have made room.”
