“Lennox! I got you seats on the side of the stage, you can be private and watch the show from the wings.”
“Awesome, thanks Tino.” He shows us to our spot, then puts a hand on my shoulder.
“You should try and see Clara more often. She misses you.”
Weird. Me and Tino don’t have that kind of relationship. I just nod.
The show is stellar, Clara is epic, as always. That old gal can still pull out all the stops. I like watching Harmony as she watches the performance. Her eyes shine with tears during ‘Final Walk,’ and she sings along, under her breath, to Clara’s chart-topper, ‘Everyone Loves.’
I lean over and whisper in her ear, “I knew you’d feel it.”
She smiles and picks up my hand. When she gently squeezes it, my heart is nearly sent into fucking overdrive. What the fuck? Maybe I really am falling in love with her! I’m not against the idea.
Come the end of the performance, Clara comes off stage, dripping with sweat, and looking startlingly frail. Teddy rushes over and drapes a soft blanket around her shoulders. She blows us a kiss, but I see the exhaustion on her face. I blow a kiss back.
That’s worrying. I’ve never seen her look so old. I turn to Harmony. I see she is also looking anxiously at Clara.
“Do you think she is OK? She looks all in…but on stage she was amazing. So powerful.” My little Harmony is a sensitive one.
“I was thinking the same thing. We’ll give her twenty minutes to chill before we go see her again.” Clara made me promise to go back to the trailer after the show. There is something she wants to talk to me about.
“So what shall we do now?” I ask Harmony, taking her in my arms. We are still in the deep shadows of the side stage.
“I like it here,” she says softly. “We could just stay here.” Then standing on her toes, she brings her face up to mine.
Her gorgeous lips tentatively kiss me. Instantly my cock is springing to attention. I want to grab her, bend her over the nearest flight-case, and pound her until she screams.
Slow it down, Lenny.
Instead, I pull away and take a look around us.
Groups of technicians move past us, coiling up cables and striking equipment. She snuggles closer, which is very nice.
I get an idea.
“Hey, come with me.” I tug on her hand and she follows me, hesitantly, onto the huge main stage.
The arena is almost completely empty now. The stage lights are off. Roadies are collecting equipment. I tell them to leave the acoustic guitar that is still on its stand, lonely in the middle of the stage. The roadie sees who I am and nods.
“Come on…”
Taking the guitar off the stand, I bring my girl to the front of the stage.
“Sit here, babe.”
She sits, gorgeous ass squashed out and tempting, and with her legs dangling off the edge of the stage. I join her, putting the guitar in my lap.
“Let's write a song,” I suggest. Her face is instantly filled with an emotion that I can’t quite read.
“What’s up, baby?”
“I don’t think I’d be any good at that.” She gives me a small smile. “Why don’t you just play?”
No confidence. I’m going to have to work on that.
“This will be fun,” I tell her. I strum for a moment, then started fiddling around, changing chords and patterns. “Here's what we're gonna do. I’ll noodle around, and when you like a particular combination of chords, stop me and we’ll work with that.”
“I’m no good at music things,” she says. Her voice is hollow. I stop noodling and really looked at her.
