“Let me worship at your altar.”
We’d lay on my bedroom floor and listen to albums, readRolling Stonemagazines I’d steal from the newsstand, and I’d tell her my fears and doubts.She’d tell me I had things to say, lyrics to sing, and that the world would want to listen. She told me she would find a way to make it happen.
“Whisper in my ear everything I am.”
I forgot about that when we made it. I pushed her away because I didn’t want complications. There were other girls to fill the space I made. Then there was Rochelle Kitt.
“Chokehold! I’m in too deep.”I hit the chorus and the crowd doesn’t disappoint. They belt it out, their voices lifted up alongside mine.“I’m all yours and you don’t see.”
My situationship with Ro was over months ago. It was never more than the need to protect the starlet while she fought back against Alec Hawthorne after he violently assaulted her. And her need to prove she wouldn’t let him destroy her life.
All these months Kelsey and I have been running around pretending like it doesn’t mean anything. But tonight, I finally make things complicated.
Perhaps by complicating it everything will finally be simple.
We finish the song, and the crowd immediately shouts for more. The stadium rumbles as we run off stage. The thunderous noise drums on as I grab Kelsey and we all load up on the cart to go back to the green room.
The doors close, dampening the sound of the crowd’s excitement. I down another bottle of water while Kelsey hurries off to talk to a crew member. Then I bide my time by checking in with my brothers.
With the wedding this week Rogue’s been driving us all crazy with his constant messages.
Rogue: Is everyone ready for the best weekend of my life?
Rebel: I’m sitting right next to you. What do you think?
West: I asked Dizzy if we could cancel, but I’ve already disappointed her enough.
Rebel: Bro! What did you do?
I snort under my breath. None of this conversation comes as a surprise. West isn’t like us. If it weren’t for Dizzy being Ivy’s sister, I doubt he would have outed himself as our brother.
Rogue: If this is sexual
Rebel: Do you have a premature ejaculation problem, bro?
West: Fuck off.
Rebel: Is it because you’re in love with your sister?
West: Fuck you! We’re not related.
Rogue: Then what? What could possibly make you abandon me, your only brother, in my time of need?
Great. Here we go.
Rebel: He’s a triplet, you dick wank.
Rogue: I prefer to think of us as twins with a spare.
West: Guess who the spare is. We’re both older than you.
Rogue: That’s it. Neither of you can be my best man.
As if we aren’t all aware that Rebel would be his best man before he even popped the question. Which, when Ivy said yes, was followed by him making a big production of popping the best man question. On his knee.
Rebel had gotten into the spirit of things, responding with an emotional Oscar winning acceptance speech that Ivy recorded on her phone and consequently sent to all of us.
I don’t touch that sacrosanct ground, instead settling on a lower blow that will still be effective.
