“Starting next year it’ll be quarterly. This year was a little wonky because the label paid for everything up front—costs to record the album, money to create merch, new equipment we needed for the show—so we had to pay them back for all of that first. We also had no way of knowing the album would go platinum. Now it’s almost double platinum, so hopefully, money won’t be an issue going forward.”
“But you’re never going to know how much you’re going to make, right?”
“Not exactly, no, but assuming things continue at the rate it’s going—we’ll start making enough to start investing and such. Angus already has a December meeting set up with his financial advisor for all of us because we need to be prepared for that.”
“I see.”
“Speaking of which, what would you think about spending Christmas in Minneapolis?”
“I don’t know,” I say carefully. “I always spend Christmas morning with Mom and then I work Christmas night so the people with kids can be with their families.”
“You’ll be six months by then,” he says. “You may not be able to work by yourself anymore.”
Ugh.
I can’t even think about that.
Dolly counts on me. Pays me a higher hourly wage because I can handle the place on my own.
He must sense my discomfort because he slides his arm around my shoulders and kisses the side of my face.
“We can talk about it later, okay? Just something to think about. If not, I’ll come to you. Don’t worry.”
For once, I’m going to take him at his word.
I’m essentially on my honeymoon—all I want to think about is my incredibly hot, sweet husband.
Chapter 31
Tate
The crowd in Edinburgh is electric. We’re playing outdoors at Edinburgh Castle and everything about this gig is special. Having a view of a historical castle that’s been around since the eleventh century is pretty damn cool, and I’m reminded of how lucky I am to be able to do it. Sasha planned a private tour for all of us earlier today, and it’s up there with one of my favorite things I’ve ever done on tour.
We all grimaced a little when the guide showed us the room where Mary, Queen of Scots, gave birth—especially Summer. But it really was a good time. And these fans are great. They started cheering before we went on and haven’t stopped. Looking into the crowd, I can see them singing the words to “Living on the Edge” and “Rough Around the Edges.”
They even know “Touch You,” the song Mick wrote for Taryn, that isn’t on the album. It was released last month as a single and people are digging it. Everything about this gig is magical, and looking over to see Summer, Ryleigh, and Taryn dancing in the wings is pretty fucking amazing.
I whip my guitar around my neck and then move closer to the edge of the stage, pausing to flick my pick at someone in the front.
She's got the lips, baby grinds and dips
But all I see is the sway of her hips.
She’s not mine, but my baby’s so fine
And I’m ready to sign that dotted line.
Let me touch you, baby, let me hear you sigh
Let me touch you, pretty girl, I’ll never make you cry.
Let me touch you, baby, take you for a ride
I’m always gonna touch you, baby, no one’s gonna hide.
There’s something about your eyes, they never tell me lies,
Your body makes me cry, our love is never gonna die.
