Page 53 of His Last Chase
My beautiful disaster
How can it be
That you were meant for me
Life can be cruel but not as much as fate can be
My beautiful disaster
How can I make you see
You wound up in my arms
For reasons beyond you and me
My beautiful disaster, this is how it’s meant to be
David’s song for Jordan, but one they not only decided we could record but one of our biggest sellers. By the time we got to “Between the Sheets” I was drenched in sweat and ripped off the tank I wore and threw it out into the crowd. The chick who caught it held it in the air and screamed. I winked at her and sidled up to Seltzer and sang as he kicked the killer guitar riffs. Nothing better than a long guitar intro. Drove the fans wild.
At the end of our second encore, “Forsaken,” the four of us walked to the front of the stage and took a bow. Seltzer and David threw out guitar pics with our logo on them while Rhone tossed out a few sticks.
“Goodnight, Omaha, it’s been a fucking blast!”
Jason, Josh, Marley, and Nigel from Chaotic were backstage waiting for their set when we got there.
“Great show, guys. How do you tear your shirt so easily?” Jason asked me.
“Super thin material is the key, my friend.” I grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat and thendowned a bottle of water. “That and huge arm pits cut out of them so there’s less to tear.”
Jason clapped my back. “Good call,mi amigo.”
Masterson hooked us up with so much swag to give out. I wore a different Masterson band shirt on stage at each show. It was my giveaway to the crowd. David and Seltzer had picks, Rhone had sticks, so I claimed shirts as mine. The crowd fucking loved it which fed my persona. A little harmless flirting and everyone came alive. Not my fault the fans and media assumed I was the token straight in the band. Hell, up until I’d met Casey at the club I figured I was, too.
Imagine my surprise, ha.
Both bands were whisked off to the meet and greet after Chaotic finished their set. For the next hour we posed for pics and signed everything from shirts to posters and printed tickets. I’d been asked what’s the strangest thing I’d ever signed, and I’d have to say it was boobs. Imagine going home and having to explain that to a significant other or even your parents. Shit, I hope all the ones I’d signed had been over eighteen.
“Whoa.” Exhausted didn’t even cover how tired I was once the adrenaline rush wore off. We showered in the dressing room before returning to the bus. The water tanks on the buses only provided a quick rinse and when you’re covered in sweat, notonly your own but the fans you posed with as well, a full on take your time shower was warranted.
“Man, how do you do it when Reagan can’t tour with you?” I asked Josh as we walked back to the buses.
“Not gonna lie, man. It fucking sucks. Lots and lots of phone sex.” Josh laughed. “Lonely nights on the road make the nights we’re together that much hotter.” He side-eyed me. “I take it you have someone now?”
“Yeah,” I blushed and stared down then realized, why? I wasn’t embarrassed about it. “His name is Casey. He’s gonna join us on the road at some point.” Not soon enough and I hated to push him for a firm date, but waiting was so fucking hard.
“Nice, congrats. You’re a good guy, you deserve to be happy. Reagan is hoping to hop onboard when we play Vegas and go to Rocktoberfest with us. I’m the only one in Chaotic with a partner but I think Jason’s got something on the downlow. Hope my band mates brought earplugs when Reagan gets here.” Josh grinned. “All right, see ya in Minneapolis.”
Josh gave me a lot to think about. I fired off a text to Daddy even though he was asleep at this late hour. But waking to messages from him was awesome and I hoped mine made him smile, too.
Me: Great show tonight. Headed to Minnesota now. Sleep well, I love you.
Chapter Twelve
Casey
Packing proved to be more of a challenge than I’d imagined. Take dress slacks or all shorts? Deciding to go with shorts and jeans butselecting a pair of slacks and a dress shirt in case we snuck in a date night were the final decision. Easton had a car coming to pick me up in an hour to take me to their private jet.
A private jet. Who would’ve thought I’d ever ride in one?