Dejavu. Not good.
I became immediately wary. “You guys aren’t tricking me are you?”
“Would we ever do a thing like that?” Brent lopsided grin grew even larger.
I tensed.
Cole ran his arm behind my head and smacked Brent on the backside of his head. “Quit scaring her.” His blue gaze found mine as he conveniently left his arm around my shoulders. “We aren’t tricking you. You’ll enjoy this. Promise.”
“We could have had a little fun with her after what she did to us,” Brent grumbled.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. He was right. I was getting off easy.
I did start bouncing in excitement. This was going to be great, I just knew it.
We pulled up in front of…Firestone Live.Oh.
We got out of the car. I stared.Oh.
They paid the cab. And I still stared.Oh.
They watched me and I murmured in awe, “Who’s playing tonight?”
“Phantogram,” Cole stated factually. “We’re not really sure who…” That was all he got out.
I squealed and tossed myself into his arms, hugging him, and then Brent. I grabbed their hands and whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
They watched me for a second, blinking. Then blushed, and grinned all goofy, extremely pleased with themselves.
I smiled and turned toward the building in reverence.
Brent murmured, “I do believe we did good.”
Cole coughed. “It appears so.”
“Let’s go,” I stated merrily and started crossing the street. I wasn’t going to wait another minute for this. They may not know who Phantogram is, but I did. The best. That’s all I gotta say. T-H-E B-E-S-T.Ever.
I was mute as we entered the building. Apparently, they had pulled a few strings with Mr. Fresby and we were ushered in as VIP’s. I tried really hard to keep from gaping at everything and everyone I saw standing around, drinking and partying. I’m fairly sure I saw a few movie stars or other famous singers here and there. I gripped one of Brent’s hands and one of Cole’s as they led me upstairs to an area with a long white bar that overlooked a large space where people were grinding on the dance floor.
They ordered drinks in the crowded room and I was still in mute awe. I couldn’t believe I was standing here. I had been dying to come here for a few years now when the place was re-vamped. All the hottest bands played here, and for some, it was their first step toward true stardom.
I turned immediately to Brent and Cole and thanked them again. This was a dream come true.
They laughed and Cole handed me my drink as a lone man approached them. Drink in hand, my arm paused in mid-air, I did a double take. My eyes went wide. And I stopped breathing.
Oh. My. God.
It was Christian Bale. Shaking hands with Brent and Cole. Like old friends.They knew him?
Again…Oh. My. God.
It took all of me to not squeal and jump the man. I’m thinking Cole and Brent wouldn’t have appreciated that. And probably not Mr. Bale, either, seeing as how he was married. But, my-my. There were hardly words.
Which they soon found out when they introduced me to him. My brain went numb and no words came forth, but I did manage to extend my hand for him to shake. Yep, that was about it. They all stared at me. And I stared mutely at Christian Bale. Where they appeared delectable and cool, I looked like a deer caught in headlights.
He chuckled and grinned at me, and I swear to God, I wobbled where I stood.
Brent and Cole started to scowl.
