“Hey there good looking. You look like you need a cup of coffee,” I said looking into Trevor’s droopy eyes.
“As much as I would love a cup of that special brew you make, you don’t have time sweet cheeks. Layla stopped me on my way here to tell you to hurry your skinny ass up. Apparently with us rolling in late they had to reschedule an interview for this afternoon. Not only will sound check be cut short but it’s also been moved up and hour.”
“HOLLY SHIT! I’ve got to go but Hunter hasn’t even woken up from his nap yet. I’ve still got to make him something to eat,” I said beginning to panic. “I’ve never been late for sound check.”
“You won’t be late. Just go. I can get little man lunch. Then hopefully he won’t mind curling up on the couch with uncle Trev and watch some TV.”
“Okay. Okay. Don’t go to any trouble. He’ll be fine with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There’s fresh fruit in the fridge if Harvey and Luther didn’t get into it this morning,” I said not trusting the men I shared the bus with not to take advantage of the fruit I sliced up before bed last night.
“Quit it Avery. I got it. You act like I haven’t taken care of my nephew without your help before. Now get your ass moving sweet checks. Layla is really feeling the pregnancy hormone thing today. As much as she loves you I don’t think even you will be able to escape her wrath today,” Trevor said with a serious look.
I reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek as I made my way to the door. “I love ya good looking,” I said to my best friend (Romy would kick my ass if she heard my thoughts) as I made my way off the bus. Before I closed the door I heard him say “right back at ya sweet cheeks”.
I dashed across the parking lot to the back entrance. Waving my pass in the air as I made my way past the stadium’s security. Thank god neither one of them decided to stop me. I made my way to the stage set up on the stadium floor while the rest of the group was walking in talking to their asshole manager Leonard. I could see Layla, the lead guitarist and lead vocals, getting very emotional as she let the groups manager have it. Cali, Layla’s sister and the bands drummer, was showing strong support for her sister while rubbing her back. Demi, the bands bass player and Cali’s best friend, stood with her arms crossed staring out at the empty seats with one hell of a pissed of look on her face. Ember, the second guitarist and keyboard player, was the only one on the stage away from the heated conversation. I made a bee line straight for her. It seemed like the safest place for me. Although, I thought of these four girls as family I was not a member of the band technically. There asshole manager made sure to remind me every chance he got.
More to come July 2016
Acknowledgements
Where do I start? This has definitely been a long time in the making, three years to be exact but with the right encouragement it’s finally here. When I first decided to publish not many people knew, however the ones who did have supported me every step of the way. I am so greatly for my family, blood and those who I have chosen myself. Without a select few I wouldn’t have come this far. With that being said I’d like to call out a few special people:
To my parents, thank you for everything you have ever done for me. You have been my rock when needed, my shoulder to cry on and my biggest supporters over the years. You’ve taught me to go after what I want, but prepared to work for it. For the bottom of my heart, thank-you!
To my other half, thank you for putting up with my late nights that turn into early mornings. You have to put up with so much when I get in the writing groove and I love you for it. You have pushed me to go after my dreams and with you by myside they are slowly becoming a reality. I love you, fucker, forever and always!
To my Munchkin, my Giant, my Lil A in training, my Rye-Rye and my Tator-bug, thank you for letting momma have time to herself to finally get things rolling. Lord knows you five have had to deal with mom’s head buried in the laptop, overflowing laundry baskets and late dinners I’m sure there’s more but you all took it in stride. I love you guys. No matter what you five will always be my greatest accomplishments.
To camp counselor and the queen of awesomeness, thank you to the world’s greatest bestie’s. You ladies have made me laugh, made me cry, put your fears aside for me, rocked out right along-side of me, got drunk and road around off road with me and so much more. We’ve had some pretty amazing times and lived to tell the tale. Just remember, “It wasn’t me!” Love you ladies!
Last but not least, thank you to everyone who is reading this. If your reading my last page, then you’ve taken a chance on me. I hope you enjoyed the book and will come back for more.
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