Absolutely Unforgivable(74)
She didn’t say anything to Billy, just glared at him and then came over to me. “Here sit down and let me fix you. We can’t have you go back out there looking like a hot mess.”
She touched up my makeup and did her magic with my hair and then Billy led me by the hand back onstage with Vin, Devin, and Rocco walking around us, as if to block others from getting too close.
Since my first appearance on the stage nearly incited a riot, Vin didn’t feel comfortable with me being back onstage, at least not front and center, so instead he sat me off to the side on a bar stool, with a wall behind me, where he felt he had more control over my surroundings. He did let me have my tambourine to play with though, so at least that was something.
Billy’s first choice of songs when we returned probably wasn’t the best thought out. My entire body blushed as he sang, “Your love consumes me. Your heart, your passion, you desire to have me. I love the sound of your voice and the way we touch. Your love consumes me. Sometimes it’s all too much.”
I was so embarrassed. I knew it was just a song but still, it seemed so personal considering what we had done just moments ago in the back room. Did he really have to sing this song, of all songs, afterwards?
The crowd loved every minute of it. And Trista loved that because to her those whoops and hollers and deafening cheers meant more bookings and to her that is what all of this was about. If she could make this band huge, a worldwide sensation, she could hand pick any PR job she wanted with probably any company she desired. A fact she constantly reminded us of.
After playing a few more songs, their set was over and it was time for us to go home. I was hoping to stay for a bit and hang out with the gang but Vin wouldn’t hear of it. He had me by the arm and was dragging me out of the bar and back in the car before I knew what hit me.
Billy was home less than an hour later. He had to stay and help pack up all of the equipment. I had been waiting for him on the couch, watching TV, but dozed off. When he got back he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed and held me tightly as I fell into a deep slumber.
When I woke up the next morning I could hear Billy and Vin talking to Trista. She had come over to discuss the night before. Trista was excited.
“That was so insane. We booked six new gigs out of that. I couldn’t have planned the whole thing better myself. We also got you an interview on Good Morning Houston in three weeks. Can you believe all of this? It’s really happening.”
Vin spoke next. He grunted. That meant he wasn’t happy. It was a sound I was very used to hearing. “I don’t know, Trista. The more we put Billy and Stacy out there, the more we put them at risk. She’s already had two stalkers, one that died in this very house.”
I grimaced at the memory. I had done my best to block out the thought of that crazy man, but hearing Vin talk about it brought all of those memories rushing back. I looked around the bedroom, almost in a panic.
Trista’s voice was louder now. She wasn’t happy at what Vin had said to her. “That is what we hired you for, Vin. If you do your job then we won’t have these problems to worry about.”
I didn’t want them fighting over me; so I sat up and softly called out for Billy and within seconds he was by my side. He tilted his head up and let out a sexy, “Hey.”
Trista and Vin followed behind him. Trista crawled into bed with me. “You are not going to believe the reaction to last night. It literally brought our web server down when Brick posted the video of you and Billy when you surprised him on stage.” She looked at me, waiting I guess for me to respond, but when I didn’t she continued. “You have another three thousand followers on twitter too! Can you believe it? Three thousand in one day! And the picture of you jumping in Billy’s arms has already been retweeted over four hundred and fifty times!”
Again she waited for me to respond. I knew she wanted me to say something, maybe even jump for joy like she was but I couldn’t think of the right words to say. I was happy for Billy’s success. I wanted his band to have all of the success in the world. But in the back of my mind there were still those lingering thoughts of that crazy man who had died upstairs.
“Anywho,” she continued. “In three weeks you and the band are going to be on Good Morning Houston. They want to do a sit down interview with you and Billy and then after the whole band will play one song. An original.”
That made me perk up. One of the greatest things about all of the attention Billy and I were getting was that more people wanted to hear their original songs, so they didn’t always have to do covers. Billy wrote some great songs and I was glad that at least in a small part thanks to me, more people were getting to hear them.