this waitress for ten hours straight would be a whole lot better than tossing and turning all night, imagining Malik fucking Laila. And yet, for some reason, I don’t feel enthusiastic about the idea. In fact, the thought only makes me want to drink some more.
The waitress straightens up. “Crap. My manager is mad at me. I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll get those drinks for you, gentlemen.”
“Tequila shots, too!” Kendrick shouts.
“Got it!”
As the waitress strides away, I return my attention to Laila, eager to flash her a smug smile, but to my extreme disappointment, Laila isn’t watching me any longer. She’s standing and engaged in conversation with Reed.
“Thanks so much, Laila,” Reed is saying. “I really appreciate this.”
“I’m happy to do it,” Laila replies. “Alessandra is adorable, and you know I adore Fish.”
Reed says something I don’t catch, due to some laughter at the far end of our table, and they wrap up their conversation.
Laila sits back down and immediately fields some seriously angry energy from Malik. I can’t hear what he says to her, but, clearly, he’s not happy with her.
“Seriously?” Laila replies sharply to Malik. She whisper-shouts, “I couldn’t say no. Reed’s the head of my label! And Alessandra is a brand-new artist who’s really sweet. And her boyfriend, Fish, is a good friend of mine. You think, despite all that, I should have said no, so we could ‘hang out’ tomorrow?”
Malik snaps, “Don’t get all pissy with me. You should be happy I wanted you to spend your free day with me.”
“Keep your voice down,” Laila says, before leaning in and whisper-shouting something I can’t make out. Whatever it is, Malik doesn’t like it.
“Thank you, Baby Jesus, there’s finally trouble in paradise,” Kendrick whispers to me.
“Sure looks like it,” I say. “What did Reed ask Laila to do tomorrow? I couldn’t hear.”
“You know Fish’s girlfriend, Alessandra?”
He motions to the end of the table, but I nod without looking. Everyone here knows Fish’s girlfriend, Alessandra, at this point. Not only is she the same girl who looked so smitten with Fish at Reed’s party two months ago, not only is she sitting next to Fish at the table now, Fish gave that girl a whopper of a kiss in the middle of the greenroom earlier, in front of everyone, and then proceeded to sing to her onstage during the concert. So, yeah, to put it mildly, I know Fish’s girlfriend, Alessandra. In fact, so does everyone in the world by now.
Kendrick continues, “Alessandra has a one-song deal with River Records and her music video is shooting tomorrow in Brooklyn. From what I’ve gathered, it sounds like Reed and the director down there . . . That woman there.” He points to a cute brunette who’s sitting next to Reed. “Reed and the director came up with some complicated new storyline for the music video, just now, and Reed asked Laila to play a big part in it. Which means she’ll be busy shooting all day tomorrow.” Kendrick smiles wickedly. “Rather than hanging out with Malik.”
I snicker. “What a cry baby.”
Kendrick nods. “Hopefully, he’ll keep crying until she’s pissed enough to dump his ass tonight.” He smiles. “And when she needs a shoulder to cry on tomorrow night, I’ll be Johnny on the Spot.”
Our server, Desiree, arrives with our new drinks and shots—plus, a flirtatious smile for me—and we dig in. We watch Reed making his way around the table, talking to every band, one by one, until, finally, reaching our band. After greeting all five of us, Reed tell us everything Kendrick has already told me about Alessandra’s video shoot tomorrow. Except Reed doesn’t ask us to come down for the whole day, as he asked Laila to do. He requests we drop by, at any convenient time, to shoot quick cameos. “I know it’s your free day tomorrow,” Reed says. “But I’ll owe you guys a favor if you stop by. The cameos will take no more than fifteen minutes to shoot. You’d sit at a table in a coffeehouse and pretend to watch Alessandra playing her guitar onstage. We’ll stitch it all together later in post-production.”
Everyone in my band, other than me, says they’ll try but can’t promise anything. They’re not trying to be jerks. It’s just that everyone looks forward to those rare days off on the schedule, when we can crash and burn and not have a single obligation.
Reed looks at me, clearly most interested in securing my face, above all