The Plains States … the drive is so fucking boring. You see plains of corn, wheat
and perhaps, soy. It all looked the fucking same. I was going bat shit crazy
with sheer boredom of the damned drive. Added to the boredom was the absolute
silence from James and his cray-cray accomplice, Victoria. So, I was as nervous
as a whore in church, on top of being bored out of my god damned mind.
“Edward, stop squirming,” Bella said, her head on my lap.
She was trying to nap since looking out the window, overlooking the endless
plains of grain, made her seasick.
“Sorry, beautiful,” I murmured, picking up my book and
trying to focus on the words on the page. Don’t get me wrong, our performances
while in America’s Heartland had been fucking awesome! The crowds were
receptive, loud and excited and we felt so much better with each show. It was
just the hours on the bus, watching the corn grow, was … ugh!
“Edward,” Bella growled, sitting up. Her hair was disheveled
and her eyes were bleary. “You are so antsy. What’s up?”
“Nothing! Maybe I’m like you. I’m getting seasick with all
of the grain,” I snorted. “Do you want to lie down in the back?”
“Yeah. My pillow won’t move around so much,” Bella
deadpanned, swiping her glasses from the table and moving slowly to the rear of
the bus. I followed her and she crashed the rest of the ride to Wichita, while
I managed to get lost in my novel.
Our performances in Wichita and Kansas City were nothing
short of stellar. Kellan was raving at how fantastic we sounded, from our
harmonies, to how we looked to the sexy interaction between me and my wife. Now, that’s a total hardship. The way he
bounced around, he looked like Tigger from Winnie,
The Pooh. It reminded me of our early performances at Eclipse near the
campus of Emerson University.
After our show in Kansas City, Kellan wanted to celebrate
the string of fantastic performances. “It’s all arranged. We’re going to Mosaic
Ultra Lounge,” he said, tugging on his black suit coat. He was dressed
impeccably, probably thanks to Alice’s meddling. “We’ve been living like moles.
We need to let loose.”
“Agreed,” Jasper said, slinging his arm over Nia’s shoulder.
“After you shower,” Nia snorted, wiggling away from him.
“You’re drenched.”
“The air wasn’t working properly,” Bella said, her hair
twisted up into some messy bun. “Meet in the lobby in an hour?” Nodding, we
went up to our hotel rooms. To save time, Bella and I took a shared shower. She
blew dry her hair and tossed it back into a funky, messy bun, with curls
surrounding her face. She put on a pair of black shorts with a halter top and
strappy sandals. She handed me her ID and some cash. I wore a pair of black jeans
and button-down shirt. One of my contacts had ripped during the performance and
I needed new ones, so had to wear my glasses.
Down in the lobby, we got into a stretch limo that Kellan
had gotten for us. It drove us to the Missouri side of Kansas City, to the chic
club, Mosaic. “There’s a VIP room at our disposal. The Pandora team has scoped
it out and we’re in the clear.”
“For this VIP room, can anyone get in?” Emmett asked. “Or is
it just us?”
“A few local bigwigs will be there, but we’re the guests of
honor,” Kellan snorted. “It’ll be fun. Drink, let loose and relax.”
“You think we don’t know how to party?” Jasper scoffed.
“We’re rock stars!”
“Be responsible, though. I don’t want to bail anyone out,”
Kellan said, rolling his eyes and then, glaring at Emmett.
“I haven’t had a drink since Montreal!” Emmett wailed,
holding up his hands. “And I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t want to ruin what
I’ve got with you guys. You’re my family. I love you all and I am so
appreciative that you are supporting me, especially now.”
“And no funny business in public,” Kellan quipped, winking
at Bella and me.
“At the risk of public mortification? Nope, nope, nope,”
Bella sang. “Making out and grinding sounds like fun, but yeah … no
possibilities of fornication in a crowded club.”
“Damn it,” I laughed. “There goes my plan for tonight.”
Bella smacked me, rolling her eyes. “We can imitate fornication on the dance
floor.”
Kansas City, Missouri
Mosaic Nightclub
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