“Oh yay!” Pazessca claps her hands together.
I lead the way to the back, standing in line for our turn at the table.
Weirdly, people peel away in the middle, ushering us forward.
“Go on, we’ll wait, Mr. Franco,” someone says.
Fucking shit. I've already been recognized.
I force myself to not worry about it right now. My attention is on the three girls in my care that I must keep safe.
“I want that one,” Pazessca tells the attendant, pointing to a red t-shirt with the Poison name on the front and the tour dates on the back. “And that one, please,” she adds, gesturing to a Joan Jett crop with her face on it, “I Love Rock N Roll” on the front.
I step forward to pay, letting the guy at the table know I’m covering all their purchases. Cynthia makes her choices, and we grab a couple of things for Valley. It all gets tossed to me, and I grumble. Of course, I'm the damn carry-all.
We make our way to the pit, striding all the way to the front. People cuss us out, but a guy turns white when he sees me.
“Oh, shit. Go right ahead, Mr. Franco.”
We get to Valley with no problem. She’s standing dead center, hands on the stage, grinning in triumph. “Best spot,” she brags.
I lurch closer to the corner, needing to be able to watch and get to them if they need me. Glancing around, I notice the ZYGOS guys surrounding the perimeter, and I nod at a couple of them. It looks like every exit is covered.
Good, the girls should be perfectly safe.
Phoenyxx
The music blaring through the speakers is so loud, I wince at first. The stage floor vibrates with the beat.
I’m avidly watching the stage, freaking out about seeing Joan Jett in the flesh. The girls and I chatter, then I notice people getting on the stage. I gasp, spotting a familiar black-haired rock star sashaying to the microphone in the front. The crowd goes crazy. I start screaming myself hoarse, the excitement in the air infectious.
Joan stands directly in front of us and I look up at her in awe.
“New Jersey! You ready to rock?” she rasps into the microphone.
The crowd yells, and the music starts. The licks of “Bad Reputation” begin to play, and the three of us girls jump up and down.
We sing at the top of our lungs to every song she plays.
After about an hour, Joan finishes, and there’s an intermission for Poison to get ready next.
“I’m so thirsty,” Valley announces, grasping my hand and Cynthia's.
“Go ahead over there.” Synn points to the VIP snack area, to the left of the stage. “I’m watching you, and I’ll hold your spot. Just hurry.”
We quickly grab our drinks and some snacks and walk back to Synn. I hand him the stuff I got for him.
“Thanks, Pazessca.” He gives me a toe-curling kiss I feel down to my core.
I pull away, shaking my head to clear the lust away.
We munch and chat, and before we know it, a curtain goes down from the top of the stage. We hear commotion behind it, then, it lifts, revealing Bret fucking Michaels in all his glory.
“Holy shit!” I blurt, turning red when C.C. DeVille glances to me, grinning.
“Oh my God, Nyx,” Valley yells to be overheard over the crowd.
Within moments, “Talk Dirty to Me” starts playing.
