The photo was probably taken by a cel phone camera. It didn’t look great but it didn’t look bad either. In fact, the way I was bent over Mace’s arm, the drums in the background, Mace’s fist wrapped around the neck of my guitar, my hands clutching his broad shoulders, our lips locked, it looked hot.
Smokin’ hot.
Shitsofuckit!
“Holy crap,” Indy whispered.
“USA Today?” Jet breathed.
“I didn’t see that one,” Daisy muttered.
“Great f**kin’ picture,” Al y observed.
I took a step forward, my hand coming out to take the paper but I didn’t make it. Vance got there before me, tagged the paper and took a step back.
“You need to focus on the show,” Vance said to me, folding the paper and tucking it under his arm.
I stared at him, shocked. So did Dixon Jones. The Rock Chicks al looked at each other and they did it knowingly.
Not good.
Something was up.
I turned to Vance. “What are you? My manager?” Vance looked at his watch then back to me. “For the next two minutes, yeah.”
“Are not,” I snapped.
“Focus, Stel a,” Vance shot back.
“We need to talk,” Hector said to Dixon and I turned angry, confused eyes to Hector.
Dixon was also looking confused.
I looked back at Hector and read his intent.
Oh no.
This was not going to happen!
“Don’t talk to him,” I said to Dixon.
Now Dixon was looking at me and he stil appeared confused.
The Rock Chicks huddled closer except Shirleen. She approached Dixon.
“Yeah, Hector and me and you, we all got to talk,” Shirleen said to Dixon.
Oh dear.
This was getting worse.
“And me!” Daisy pressed forward.
Oh no!
Even worse!
“No!” I shouted, trying to move but for some reason Al y and Ava had me in a death grip.