on the road.”
“When’s the next tour?”
My dad shrugged. “We have to get back in the studio. After our next release, we’ll probably hit the road again.”
“Have you been writing?”
He glanced at Jadyn, and then back at me. He nodded.
“Will Rebecca’s wedding be over by then?”
He chuckled. “Should be. She’s getting married next month.”
Jadyn seemed to perk up at that. “When are you and Parker getting hitched?” she asked.
“We haven’t picked a date yet.” I sounded defensive, but she wasn’t privy to my private life just because she was married to my father.
I glanced at the clock. “Have you eaten?” I asked my dad. He shook his head. “We need to get you fed and ready. Meet and greet in under an hour.”
I took care of my personal assistant duties and got my dad off to his meet and greet, and then I let Vanessa take over.
My job was officially over. While I had split PA duties during the second half of the tour, it still felt good that we’d managed to consistently deliver Gideon Price wherever he needed to be—and always on time.
Flashing Light took the stage first, and I watched from the trench in my favorite spot directly in front of Parker. When he backed up the words to “Trial and Error,” I felt the tears forming in my eyes. After we’d spoken about his family, he eventually confessed to me that I was the only person who knew what that song was really about. He’d never even told the guys in Flashing Light, the same men who played that song night after night. It held a very special meaning to him, and now to me. I loved watching his passion on the stage as he sang the back-up vocals and played the guitar.
After Flashing Light ended with a cover of Motley Crue’s “Home Sweet Home,” an homage to the fact it was the last night of the tour, I watched Pure Adrenaline perform. I’d seen bits and pieces of their set throughout the tour, but I never stayed long enough to watch the entire thing. Their energy pumped the crowd for the final act, my dad’s band.
Parker joined me in the trench during Pure Adrenaline’s second to last song, freshly showered and looking delicious and dangerous in a black shirt and a pair of jeans that hugged his body perfectly.
Someone in the crowd behind us evidently recognized him, because I heard additional screams and then I saw a security guard lean over to yell at someone on the other side of the rail separating us from the crowd. George took my dad’s set of credentials back to him as Parker and I stood in the trench. He rejoined us a few minutes later.
Parker poked me in the ribs. “Come with me,” he yelled over the music in my ear. He grabbed my hand, and George followed the two of us. Parker led us backstage off to the side.
“This is my favorite place to watch,” he said, and the three of us stood and watched from the side of the stage while Pure Adrenaline finished their last song. It was a vantage point people would’ve paid serious money for, but I liked the trench, down in front of the stage where I could see all of the action.
We moved out of the way after they finished their set. Roadies moved equipment off the stage while others moved equipment on to prepare for the final band. They moved with accuracy, precision, and speed.
It was fascinating to watch the transformation, and soon the stage was set for Black Shadow. Occasional waves of noise roared up from the crowd, and I could only assume it was the wannabe groupies who loved to flash their tits to the entire crowd before my dad’s band took the stage.
I’d been attending Black Shadow concerts for as long as I could remember, and tits were definitely a staple to the action. Since it was the last night of the tour, they were out in full force.
Soon the lights in the arena blacked out, and then Gideon, Mikey, Johnny, and Carlos walked by us to take their positions on the stage. We moved back to where we stood when we had watched Pure Adrenaline’s set. I
“When’s the next tour?”
My dad shrugged. “We have to get back in the studio. After our next release, we’ll probably hit the road again.”
“Have you been writing?”
He glanced at Jadyn, and then back at me. He nodded.
“Will Rebecca’s wedding be over by then?”
He chuckled. “Should be. She’s getting married next month.”
Jadyn seemed to perk up at that. “When are you and Parker getting hitched?” she asked.
“We haven’t picked a date yet.” I sounded defensive, but she wasn’t privy to my private life just because she was married to my father.
I glanced at the clock. “Have you eaten?” I asked my dad. He shook his head. “We need to get you fed and ready. Meet and greet in under an hour.”
I took care of my personal assistant duties and got my dad off to his meet and greet, and then I let Vanessa take over.
My job was officially over. While I had split PA duties during the second half of the tour, it still felt good that we’d managed to consistently deliver Gideon Price wherever he needed to be—and always on time.
Flashing Light took the stage first, and I watched from the trench in my favorite spot directly in front of Parker. When he backed up the words to “Trial and Error,” I felt the tears forming in my eyes. After we’d spoken about his family, he eventually confessed to me that I was the only person who knew what that song was really about. He’d never even told the guys in Flashing Light, the same men who played that song night after night. It held a very special meaning to him, and now to me. I loved watching his passion on the stage as he sang the back-up vocals and played the guitar.
After Flashing Light ended with a cover of Motley Crue’s “Home Sweet Home,” an homage to the fact it was the last night of the tour, I watched Pure Adrenaline perform. I’d seen bits and pieces of their set throughout the tour, but I never stayed long enough to watch the entire thing. Their energy pumped the crowd for the final act, my dad’s band.
Parker joined me in the trench during Pure Adrenaline’s second to last song, freshly showered and looking delicious and dangerous in a black shirt and a pair of jeans that hugged his body perfectly.
Someone in the crowd behind us evidently recognized him, because I heard additional screams and then I saw a security guard lean over to yell at someone on the other side of the rail separating us from the crowd. George took my dad’s set of credentials back to him as Parker and I stood in the trench. He rejoined us a few minutes later.
Parker poked me in the ribs. “Come with me,” he yelled over the music in my ear. He grabbed my hand, and George followed the two of us. Parker led us backstage off to the side.
“This is my favorite place to watch,” he said, and the three of us stood and watched from the side of the stage while Pure Adrenaline finished their last song. It was a vantage point people would’ve paid serious money for, but I liked the trench, down in front of the stage where I could see all of the action.
We moved out of the way after they finished their set. Roadies moved equipment off the stage while others moved equipment on to prepare for the final band. They moved with accuracy, precision, and speed.
It was fascinating to watch the transformation, and soon the stage was set for Black Shadow. Occasional waves of noise roared up from the crowd, and I could only assume it was the wannabe groupies who loved to flash their tits to the entire crowd before my dad’s band took the stage.
I’d been attending Black Shadow concerts for as long as I could remember, and tits were definitely a staple to the action. Since it was the last night of the tour, they were out in full force.
Soon the lights in the arena blacked out, and then Gideon, Mikey, Johnny, and Carlos walked by us to take their positions on the stage. We moved back to where we stood when we had watched Pure Adrenaline’s set. I
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