Page 23 of Knot My Band: Part One
“You want it turned up, then we will turn it up,” Rex, an alpha on the crew, says to me while staring Dax down.
I appreciate the loyalty.
Dax puffs up, but Jack cuts him off. “I had the same thought, Dax, and there’s no need to be defensive. We can all hear each other’s instruments differently.”
“Fine.”
“Lastly, I want to get into the crowd more. We have the stage in the back of the pit. Let’s make a line out to it, and I will perform our fourth and fifth songs from there,” I say.
I love crowd interactions more than anything.
Chase’s eyes widen, and he looks at the crew like he’s sure they’ll say no, but the crew and I have a better relationship than that.
“Got it. We’ll set up a path for you. Your wish is our command,” Lisa says, determination etched in her features.
“Really?” Chase asks, shocked.
I notice all the alphas are looking at the crew strangely.
“Of course. Oli treats us well, so we treat her well. It’s yet to be said how we will feel about you,” Rex says.
I can’t hide my smile. “I bet they’ll win you over.”
Lisa rolls her eyes. “We will see. Better get dressed now. Your opener is going up soon.”
The crew leaves, and we get ready.
It’s madness behind the stage, with people running all over the place and fans who have somehow found their way backhere.
“I’m going to see The Storm perform,” I let the guys know before heading to the door of the dressing room.
Jack shoots out of his seat. “I’ll go with you.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m fine alone. You don’t need to babysit me.”
“We aren’t babysitting. We just want to spend time with you.” Chase moves next to Jack.
I’m not an idiot. They’re also being protective now that they know I’m their scent match, but I let it go with a nod.
Aiden hops up and follows us out.
People press around us from all sides, but the alphas keep a protective bubble around me. It looks like Dax joined us at the last second.
“Oli Hart! It’s Oli Hart!” A woman shrieks before heading over to us.
There shouldn’t be fans back here before the show, but I still smile and wave.
However, the guys are not as nice when she tries to push through them to get to me.
“Stay back,” Dax snaps.
Chase is a little nicer when he adds, “Sorry, can’t get that close.” But his voice is strained and lacks its usual flirty quality.
I decide to ease the sting. “Sorry, we are about to go on! Great to meet you, though!”
Security finally comes up and escorts her away.
“We need tighter security back here,” Dax mumbles, arms crossed. His tone drips with irritation, starkly contrasting the warmth swelling within me.
