My ass begins aching just thinking about it.
Some people rush up to us with rounds of water that we quickly down.
“Reed, you’re diving in this next one?” Gemma asks him.
“Ah…” He chuckles. “How do you feel about me surfing?” he asks.
She stares at him for a beat, tongue sucking on one of her teeth as she considers it. “When you say surfing… Do you mean walking on your fans or actually surfing?”
Reed considers the question. “Both.”
She peers him over. “Fuck it,” she decides. “Go for it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Zeb says, eyes wide.
“Dude—” Reed raises his hands to high-five Gemma. “Hell yes!”
“Take that hoodie off,” she says. “I don’t want anyone grabbing it and pulling you backward.”
“Done.” Reed strips the neon green hoodie off and tosses it nowhere in particular, leaving him half naked.
“Hey, does anyone have an extra shirt that they don’t mind getting ripped to shreds?” he asks.
“Head’s up,” someone says nearby.
They toss Reed one of the spare RagnaRock Crew tees from a random box, and the singer smiles as he pulls it over his head.
Gemma eyes him, and I’m obsessed with the amusement in her eyes.
One might think she’s actually enjoying her job.
“You love us,” Zeb declares. “Stop trying to hide it. We know you do.”
Gemma smiles reluctantly at him, her arms crossed. “You’re growing on me,” she tells him.
He hisses a quiet, “Yes!” and takes another hit on his vape.
“Alright, guys. Epic show. Reed, I’ll be behind you when you’re ready.” She looks my way before turning on her heel, andthere’s something about that look that tells me it isn’t just my ass that will be on fire after this show.
God, I can’t fucking wait.
I’m still staring at her swaying hips when Stella walks by to tell us we have one minute.
“Three songs,” Reed says.
“Don’t fucking lose a leg out there,” Mads tells him.
“I mean, sacrifices have to be made,” Reed says with a shrug.
“The rock gods demand it,” I chime in. “We did call them out earlier. Kind of.”
Mads scoffs. “Kind of,” he agrees, eyes amused.
“Let’s finish this, fuckers.” Zeb claps his hands so loudly that they sound like thunder cracking.
“Let’s go!”
I make my way up the steps again, stretching my fingers in and out at my sides. My bag with spare sticks is sitting on the top step, and I have to remind myself to grab a set. I catch Gemma watching me from the walk when I reach my stool. I can’t stop grinning and squirming my hips as I take a seat. Zeb catches my attention from the wings. I hold up one arm when I see Mads on the other side. Reed appears in the shadows.
