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concerts.” She passed her a sheet of paper. “Here’s
the usernames and passwords for all of our accounts. I’ll email you the promos.
Just copy and paste them and send them out.”
“Sure.”
Having the extra set of
hands, eyes, and brain relieved her of half the list. She turned back to her
screen and task of lining up a few more radio interviews for the cities tagged
onto the end of the tour. She pulled up her list of contacts.
“Irisa?” Jayne tapped her
arm. “Do the guys handle their own social media pages?”
She leaned back and
stretched her arms overhead. “Everyone except Zander. He always
forgets, so I take care of his. Why?”
Jayne tilted her laptop
screen toward her. “Luke responded to a fan’s complaint on
the band’s page, and shared it on his own page too. The notification just
popped up. It’s a little, uh, blistering.”
Blistering wasn ’t
good. Blistering brought two words to mind—damage control. Irisa read the rant
and winced. Rampant with expletives, the rant questioned the fan’s musical
background and dropped insults right and left. “Delete it.”
When Jayne ’s
fingers fumbled, Irisa grabbed the computer and took it down herself. “You said
it’s on his own page, too?”
At Jayne ’s
nod, she jumped to her feet. Voices sounded from the bus’s back room. She
wrenched the door open. Zander and Luke sat on opposite sides of the space. Her
brother held his guitar. Luke held his laptop.
“Take down your post. You
can’t say things like that.”
“Did you read what that
guy said about our last show? Saying I sounded like crap live and that I really
can’t sing, and the only reason I’m a singer is because of some, quote,
recording engineer’s studio magic, unquote. I can’t have that.”
“Take it down. You don’t
want that getting re-shared and going viral. You’re not going to win a social
media fight. It’s only going to make you and the band look bad.”
“But—”
“You have a thousand
posts from fans saying how much they love you guys. You can’t let a few
internet trolls get to you.”
Zander nodded and
strummed his guitar. “Dude, just take it down.”
“How would you feel if
they said you can’t really play guitar, and that the only reason you sound good
is thanks to an engineering whiz behind the scenes?”
“That would suck,” her
brother acknowledged with a smile. “And you might take that one a little personally,
sis.”
“I take them all
personally because you guys are all like my brothers, but you have to temper
your responses. Nothing says you can’t vent to me or the guys.” She crossed to
Luke. “Take. It. Down.”
“Fine.”
“Now.” She sat beside
him, because if she didn’t, he wouldn’t get around to doing it. The post had
garnered a few comments of outraged fans sticking up for him.
He muttered a curse but
deleted the post. “Happy?”
The roiling in her
stomach eased. “Yes.”
Brendan wandered in. “What’s
going on?”
“Social media etiquette.”
“Crap. Was I supposed to
do something on my page?”
“No. You’re good.”
Luke pointed to him. “What
would you do if troll took a crack at your drumming skills?”
“Last time, I used my
laptop as a drum. Stupid move, but better than letting those kinds of people
see that what they said got to me. And Landry gets his revenge in some song
lyrics.”
She laughed. “So,
that’s where he got the idea for ‘My Fist, Your Face’?”
“Yeah.”
Luke still didn ’t
look happy, but what else could she say? She left the guys and returned to her
seat by Jayne. “Thanks for pointing that out to me.”
“Is everything okay now?”
“I hope so. If you
wouldn’t mind monitoring his pages, I’d appreciate it.” Putting aside work for
a moment, she opened her browser and went to the Riptide’s site. A photo of Dom
filled the screen. She couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face.
“How was your date with
him?”
“It wasn’t a
the usernames and passwords for all of our accounts. I’ll email you the promos.
Just copy and paste them and send them out.”
“Sure.”
Having the extra set of
hands, eyes, and brain relieved her of half the list. She turned back to her
screen and task of lining up a few more radio interviews for the cities tagged
onto the end of the tour. She pulled up her list of contacts.
“Irisa?” Jayne tapped her
arm. “Do the guys handle their own social media pages?”
She leaned back and
stretched her arms overhead. “Everyone except Zander. He always
forgets, so I take care of his. Why?”
Jayne tilted her laptop
screen toward her. “Luke responded to a fan’s complaint on
the band’s page, and shared it on his own page too. The notification just
popped up. It’s a little, uh, blistering.”
Blistering wasn ’t
good. Blistering brought two words to mind—damage control. Irisa read the rant
and winced. Rampant with expletives, the rant questioned the fan’s musical
background and dropped insults right and left. “Delete it.”
When Jayne ’s
fingers fumbled, Irisa grabbed the computer and took it down herself. “You said
it’s on his own page, too?”
At Jayne ’s
nod, she jumped to her feet. Voices sounded from the bus’s back room. She
wrenched the door open. Zander and Luke sat on opposite sides of the space. Her
brother held his guitar. Luke held his laptop.
“Take down your post. You
can’t say things like that.”
“Did you read what that
guy said about our last show? Saying I sounded like crap live and that I really
can’t sing, and the only reason I’m a singer is because of some, quote,
recording engineer’s studio magic, unquote. I can’t have that.”
“Take it down. You don’t
want that getting re-shared and going viral. You’re not going to win a social
media fight. It’s only going to make you and the band look bad.”
“But—”
“You have a thousand
posts from fans saying how much they love you guys. You can’t let a few
internet trolls get to you.”
Zander nodded and
strummed his guitar. “Dude, just take it down.”
“How would you feel if
they said you can’t really play guitar, and that the only reason you sound good
is thanks to an engineering whiz behind the scenes?”
“That would suck,” her
brother acknowledged with a smile. “And you might take that one a little personally,
sis.”
“I take them all
personally because you guys are all like my brothers, but you have to temper
your responses. Nothing says you can’t vent to me or the guys.” She crossed to
Luke. “Take. It. Down.”
“Fine.”
“Now.” She sat beside
him, because if she didn’t, he wouldn’t get around to doing it. The post had
garnered a few comments of outraged fans sticking up for him.
He muttered a curse but
deleted the post. “Happy?”
The roiling in her
stomach eased. “Yes.”
Brendan wandered in. “What’s
going on?”
“Social media etiquette.”
“Crap. Was I supposed to
do something on my page?”
“No. You’re good.”
Luke pointed to him. “What
would you do if troll took a crack at your drumming skills?”
“Last time, I used my
laptop as a drum. Stupid move, but better than letting those kinds of people
see that what they said got to me. And Landry gets his revenge in some song
lyrics.”
She laughed. “So,
that’s where he got the idea for ‘My Fist, Your Face’?”
“Yeah.”
Luke still didn ’t
look happy, but what else could she say? She left the guys and returned to her
seat by Jayne. “Thanks for pointing that out to me.”
“Is everything okay now?”
“I hope so. If you
wouldn’t mind monitoring his pages, I’d appreciate it.” Putting aside work for
a moment, she opened her browser and went to the Riptide’s site. A photo of Dom
filled the screen. She couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face.
“How was your date with
him?”
“It wasn’t a
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