Page 3 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Andyes,”she says over me. “You have to do it. Whether you like it or not.” She squints. “Find one thing on your schedule this week, and delete it.”

“Delete it?”

“Delete it. Then, replace it with fun.”

Horrified, I shake my head. “But?—”

“That’s an order,” she says, dropping her hand to her side. “It’s for your own good. Seriously. When is the last time you got laid?”

I open my mouth, then slowly close it.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Chrissy drawls.

“I’mbusy,”I argue. “We’re on tour.”

“I went on countless tours with Cobraville. Still got some on the reg.”

“You’re hot, though.”

She smiles. “Thank you. So are you.”

I furrow my brow with doubt.

“Don’t even give me that look,” she says. “You are a hot twenty-somethingmanagerfor arock band.Believe me. You’re boiling! Now promise me you’ll do it.”

“Promise you I’ll get laid?”

“That you’ll delete one thing off your schedule this week and replace it withfun,”she says.

I chew on my cheek. “Justonething?”

“Just one thing. I’m sure there’s a call somewhere on that list that can be an email.”

“Email takes too long,” I whine.

“We met through email, you know,” she argues.

“I remember, but…”

Chrissy arches a brow, and I sigh.

“Fine,” I say. “I’ll... send an email.”

“And then you’ll have fun instead?”

“And then I’ll have fun instead.”

“That’s my girl.” She glances toward the wings of the stage where Addison and August are watching Harvey’s set. “I’ll go check in with August. Make sure everything’s fine on his end.”

I nod and walk off, leaving her to do that. Hey! That’s one thing on my list I can check off. That’s… fun.

I do just that, enjoying the satisfying tickle it brings.

Yes. I’m a girl who enjoys her work. What’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with keeping busy? I make these tours go swimmingly. That’s my job! If I’m not busy, things fall apart. It’s just a fact.

But... maybe she has a point.

Maybe I should try to schedule some...fun… now and then.

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