Neon Dreams: Loving Dallas Part 9
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I don't have a witty comeback yet so I just text him that I need to get back to my ceremony.
I'll keep you posted on the song.
I stare at his words, my eyes zeroing in on the first three. I have got to get a grip on myself.
Thanks. Have a great show tomorrow night.
After that, I ignore my phone and focus on the speeches and awards. But Dallas Lark is holding a blowtorch, steadily burning a hole in my steel wall-one I don't know how to protect myself against.
15 Dallas.
I'M SEEING SPOTS. BRIGHT ONES. BLINDING ONES.
Cameras flash from directly in front of me as I pose with fans.
Fans.
I have fans.
It's kind of hard to wrap my head around. The band had a few regulars who attended shows at certain bars, but I think that was more about the bars than us.
"Thank y'all for coming out," I say to two girls wearing matching If Lost Return to Dallas Walker T-s.h.i.+rts. Melissa and Jessica, I think they said their names were. But I still can't get over the fact that I have s.h.i.+rts. "Love the s.h.i.+rts, by the way." I wink and they laugh, the blond one turning a little red in the face.
Some fans are sweet like that.
And some are a little more than sweet.
"Remember me?" A brunette with a wide smile stands beside me for her picture.
I try to place her face but I can't. "Um . . ."
"Chandra. I saw your band play in San Antonio last year. I was in town visiting a friend. We hung out after your show."
"Did we?" I put my arm around her shoulders like I'm supposed to for the picture. "Sorry. It's been a crazy year."
"I can imagine," she says softly, pressing her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s firmly into my side. "Congratulations, by the way. My sorority sisters and I are your number-one fans. Your alb.u.m is going to blow Jase Wade out of the water."
"Thanks." Taking a deep breath while we smile for the photo, I rack my brain trying to remember playing San Antonio last year. Nothing memorable comes to mind, but judging from the knowing look in her eyes and how forward she's being with my body right now, she might have carnal knowledge of me.
d.a.m.n. This is not good.
I make a mental note to ask Mandy what I should do in these situations. I haven't exactly been a saint and the last thing I want to do at this point in my career is get a reputation as a player or an a.s.shole.
She bats her eyelashes at me. "Will I see you after the show tonight? Some of us are going to a bar called Kelly's. You should come."
Her eyes meet mine on the last word and I'm pretty sure I don't imagine the innuendo.
"Um, I don't know."
After an awkward pause, she says, "I'll text you." Then she gives me a lingering look full of dirty promises and moves aside so the next person in line can get their picture made.
My phone buzzes a few times in my pocket and I check it once the line has subsided.
Someone with the number 555-213-9857 has sent me several messages. One of them is a picture of me and Chandra, the overzealous fan, at a bar. My arms are around her and she's kissing me on the cheek. I'm holding up a beer and from the looks of it, I'm blitzed.
There's no telling what happened after that picture was taken.
Well . . . f.u.c.k.
My set went well, amazing actually, and Wade pulled me back out onstage to sing with him at the end of his, which was new.
"We're gonna do this, we're gonna have to get to know each other," he says to me after we finish the encore. "Come grab a drink with me."
"All right."
"Relax, man," he says, thumping me hard on the back. "We'll have a few beers. Talk a little. Think of it as an icebreaker."
I'm too amped up to go pa.s.s out on the bus anyway. But I wasn't prepared for male bonding, either. I like to let my music do the talking for me. If Jase Wade wants to stay up and paint each other's nails, he's on tour with the wrong guy.
"I could go for a beer," I say, because what the h.e.l.l. One beer won't hurt. And I'm not an idiot. Jase Wade didn't get voted last year's Entertainer of the Year for nothing. There's probably a lot I could learn from him.
Arick, the drummer in Wade's band, high-fives us as he pa.s.ses. "Hey, man, great show," he says to me. "Y'all heading to Kelly's?"
"Yeah," Wade answers him.
Aw, h.e.l.l.
"You know, I just remembered I have to-"
"Shave your legs? Call your mama? Come on, Walker. It's a few beers at a bar. We promise not to slip you anything." Jase Wade eyes me warily.
I'm coming off like a p.r.i.c.k. I hardly talk to anyone and I'm being a p.u.s.s.y about grabbing a beer.
I swallow hard and nod. "Right. See y'all there."
"Don't be crazy," Wade tells me. "Ride with us."
I follow him onto his bus and take a seat on one of the black leather couches. Wade grabs two beers from his built-in fridge, uses the counter to pop the tops off both of them, and hands one to me.
"Thanks," I say, taking a nice long drink. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until the crisp fizzy liquid hit my tongue.
"So, tell me about yourself, Walker."
I set my beer down as the bus rumbles to life. "What do you want to know, Wade?"
He grins and tips his own beer back. "Oh, I don't know. Where you from?"
"Amarillo. You?"
"Lake Park, Georgia. It's tiny. You haven't heard of it. How long you been playing guitar?"
"Since I was twelve or so."
"Sorry, I haven't been keeping up with your birthdays. How old are you?"
He's f.u.c.king with me. But I'm not that easy to rattle. "Twenty-four. You?"
"Thirty-two."
I thought he was younger than that for some reason. I tell him so.
"I'm young at heart," he says with a grin. "You like football?"
"College football mostly. But I catch a Cowboys game now and then."
He nods like he's really interested in my answers. "I'm a Bulldogs fan myself. You hunt? Fish?"
"My grandpa took me a few times when I was a kid. I didn't have a h.e.l.l of a lot of patience for it."
He laughs. "Yeah, me, either. Mostly I drink beer and shoot at trees when we go. Not that I have much time for that these days."
"I bet."
We take an almost simultaneous drink to fill the silence that follows. f.u.c.k this is awkward. This is why I don't socialize with people.
"Well, h.e.l.l. I'm out of questions." Wade shrugs then his eyes light up. "Nope. Just thought of another one."
"By all means," I say drily.
"You got a girl back home?"
Robyn's face flickers in my mind. Mandy's words about Wade requesting her on this tour accompany the image my head. "Nah. I got a sister and that's the only woman I answer to."
"She hot?"
"She's a lesbian."
"Ah."
"I'm kidding. But I'd break both of your legs before letting you near her." Maybe I should've broken my best friend's before he got anywhere near her. I try not to think about what Gavin and Dixie may or may not be doing back in Amarillo.
Wade nods. "Good man. I got a daughter, so believe me, I get it."
Well, this is news. "I didn't know that. That you had a kid."
"Yeah, well. I don't advertise it. No reason all this insanity should keep her from having a normal life, you know?"
"Makes sense."
"You don't like to talk much, do you?"
"Not particularly."
He grins again and tosses his empty bottle in the trash before grabbing another one. "You know, I was you once."
"Excuse me?"
"Young. Hungry for this. For the road and the fame and the music."
I frown at him. "You're not anymore?"
Jase Wade takes a deep breath and a long look around the bus. It's a nice f.u.c.king bus. His band is at a back table playing cards and drinking beer and joking around loudly.
"It's hard to be hungry for something you get force-fed every day, you know?"
I don't know, so I shrug and finish off my beer.
"You'll see. One day. You're a talented kid. Won't be long until you're sitting in my place watching some guy remind you of yourself and wis.h.i.+ng you could give him the advice you wish someone had given you."
"You're not going to give me any advice?"
He smirks at me. The bus comes to a stop so he stands. "Would you take it?"
We both know the answer so I don't bother saying no out loud.
"That's what I thought. Let's go get s.h.i.+tfaced."
The bus is parked in a lot across the street from the bar and I catch sight of Mandy coming off my bus. I jog over to her.
"Hey. Sorry. I rode with Wade."
She barely glances up from her phone. "I know. He told me he was going to talk to you. Everything okay?"
"Yeah. Everything's fine. I had a question, though?"
Mandy stops walking. "About?"
"Women."
She laughs. "Really? You seem like you understand women just fine." She steps closer to me, letting the members of my band pa.s.s us. "But I'm happy to answer any questions you have, Dallas. Shoot."
I clear my throat "Not what I meant, exactly. I mean, like, fans who . . . um . . ." I'm not comfortable saying this kind of thing to a woman-not one I have no plans to be intimate with, anyway.
"Offer to suck your d.i.c.k?"
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