5
Lucky
The plans wereto meet for breakfast in the hotel restaurant before getting back on the road. Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows and reflected on the silverware anddishes.
As Lucky entered the dining room, she groaned and pushed her dark oversized sunglasses further up her nose. She had never felt so lousy in her life. It wasn't that she drank the night before, she didn't have more than a few sips. She just hated mornings. A good night's rest and getting up closer to noon was more herstyle.
The smell of the breakfast buffet made her a little dizzy at first, but it was quickly replaced by hunger. Spotting Jordan by the waffle maker, she stumbled over as she tried to protect her eyes from the sunlight. This was her punishment for only getting an hour's worth ofsleep.
"What did you do last night?" Jordanasked.
"Shhh! Why are you yelling? I'm notawakeyet."
"I'm not yelling," Jordan said angrily before taking her waffle and making her way over to a table in the corner where she left herthings.
Lucky followed her and dropped into the seat across from her. "I'm sorry I went outwithoutyou."
"Well, at least I don't have to tell you what you did. You've been so busy with everything and everyone else that I don't even know what I'mdoinghere."
"I'm sorry. I did text you though. We met some guys at the signing. They're fans, can you believe it? Plus I thought you weretired."
"Seriously, Lucky?Groupies?"
"No, they weren't groupies. They were…just a group of guys who…" Lucky's voice trailed off as she thought and then she started giggling. "I havegroupies!"
Jordan sighed and shoved a big piece of waffle into her mouth. Lucky knew Jordan didn't like Kat, but that was because she didn't know her. Kat was the kind of girl Lucky always wished she was friends with. One with lots of experience who knew how to make the mostoflife.
"I'm telling you, I know girls like Kat. You gotta watch yourselfwithher."
"Give me a break, Kat's great. You just need to get toknowher."
"Lucky, listen to me. She's an opportunist. She wants something. I'm also pretty sure she's on something. Lookather."
As if on cue, Kat entered the dining room looking stunning and refreshed. She was dressed in all black, from her knee-high boots over skintight jeans up to her off-shoulder blouse. She sauntered over and sat down besideLucky.
"Geez, you look terrible. Didn't you get any sleep?" Katasked.
"Sleep? We just got back two hours ago. How the hell are you rested and lookinglikethat?"
Kat shrugged. "It's life on the road, girlie. You'll adjust soon enough." She turned to Jordan. "You should've been there last night. I'm telling you guys, there's nothing like a house party. I've been on the road for five years now. Someone tells me there's a house party and I'm there. You never realize how comforting a house is until you're living out of yoursuitcase."
Jordan rolled her eyes at Kat and let out anannoyedsigh.
"Is everyone here yet?" Lucky asked as she looked around, but no oneansweredher.
The dining room was empty except for wait staff and a few random people, the band, and the roadies. Lucky spotted Dylan at the buffet but not Paul and began to worry. She remembered how upset he was for messing up the show, but she thought maybe Dylan got throughtohim.
"Anyone see Paul?" sheasked.
"We saw him last night at the bar while Dylan and I had dinner,"Jordansaid.
"We? My Dylan? Bass player Dylan?" Lucky asked, surprised. "Whendidthis--?"
Dylan brought Jordan some pastries from the buffet and sat beside her. "Telling her about our date?" heasked.
Jordan looked down at her lap as a huge smile spread across her face. She shook her head. "No, I like to keep things tomyself."
Lucky scowled in her seat. She let the excitement of the show get to her and forgot about her best friend. At the same time, it looked like her neglect had led to the biggest smile she'd ever seen on Jordan's face. Jordan couldn't bethatmadather.
