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