Page 55 of Behind the Lights

“Lucas!” I hollered at him.

“I may be taken, but I’m not blind,” he said, flipping the hair back that had fallen in front of his left eye. I noticed he’d let it return to its natural blond state, which I preferred although I was sure it was at his father’s request.

By the time we got inside the massive suite, the party was well underway. There were cases of Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan sitting in the kitchen area and trays of food were being carried throughout the crowd by the wait staff that had been hired to cater the event.

We walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack each. “Here’s to us,” Stoli led putting his glass in first as we followed, clanking our glasses in a toast.

Lucas was standing behind me, sipping his gin and tonic and scanning the room. I don’t know how he drank that shit, gin was nasty, but I guess to each his own. The guys spread out, so Lucas and I took a walk around the space checking it out and ended up grabbing a seat on the balcony. Once the smokers funneled out we went back inside. The suite was packed wall to wall with bodies and shit was starting to get insane. My eyes bulged out of my head when I spotted the huge pile of coke in the center of the dining table. Every seat was taken around it as those who chose to enjoy some nose candy got more than their fill.

I slid my arm around his waist and whispered, “You okay with all this?” I’m not sure what he’d seen and if he wasn’t cool with this I was prepared for us to call it a night.

“Yeah, I’m cool,” he said before pulling away and wandering toward the kitchen. I stood there for a minute before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re Joey, right?”

I turned and found myself face to face with a man I idolized, Derek Masters. Lead singer and front man for Maiden Voyage.

“Um, yeah, yes, Joey,” I stuttered, star struck.

He laughed. “Derek.” He extended his hand.

“These parties get to be a bit much sometimes,” he said, taking a pull from the beer he had in hand.

I found my eyes clocking his every move from watching the bottle raise, to the dampness on his full lips as he pulled the bottle away. He caught me staring and winked, snapping me back before nudging me with his shoulder. “Dude, it’s cool. I’m human too.”

I nodded, still unable to find my words.

“Glad to have you guys on the tour, you’ve got a great voice.”

“I’ve got a great voice?” I kind of yelled, not meaning to but my idol just told me he liked my voice.

“Deep breath, Joey, I’m no different than you.” Thankfully he laughed, which helped me get my nerves under control.

We started talking about anything and everything. He asked me what I did to loosen my voice, seemed to be general talk amongst singers. Derek shared his insight and I found him to be really easy to talk to, but things around us started to get a little out of hand as a half-naked blonde sidled up to him and draped herself across his chest.

“Good talking to you, Joey, but,” he gestured to the boobs she all but shoved in his face, “duty calls.” They turned, heading toward one of the rooms.

I scanned the room and found Stoli chatting with a couple guys, he raised his glass to me and gestured me over, but I was looking for Lucas. Hoping we could get out of here and finish what we started earlier before Easton had interrupted us. I texted him, but hadn’t got a reply, so I continued working my way through the crowded room realizing it held more heads of blonde hair that I’d ever remembered seeing in my life. But when I found none of those heads belonged to him, nor was he out on the deck I shifted my search to checking the rooms.

The first door I opened was met with Ryder from Maiden fucking one girl doggy style while another laid under that one making out with her.

“Oh shit, sorry man,” I said, backing out of the room.

“No worries, wanna join us?” he offered.

“Ha, no I’m good, but thanks.” I couldn’t get that door shut fast enough.

Reaching for the handle on door number two, I tried my best to be prepared for what prize it held behind it but found there was nothing that could have prepared me for what I saw. The sight of Lucas completely naked, riding some random guy while jerking himself off stopped me dead in my tracks. He turned, locking eyes with me and screamed, “Get off me,” while smacking at the guy below him.

“Get off you? You stupid fucker, you’re on top of him riding him like fucking Seabiscuit,” Stoli said from beside me. I never even heard him walk up beside me. “Un-fucking-believable!” he yelled. “Get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Lucas said, reaching for his clothes that were strewn across the floor. “Joey baby, come here. I’m sorry,” he said walking up to me, still trying to get dressed, but failing miserably at it.

Stoli put his hand out, stopping Lucas’ advance toward me.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Lucas screamed at him.

“Get your shit and get the fuck out,” Stoli ordered through clenched teeth. “Security,” Stoli called to the guard at the door who came right over. “Get this piece of shit out of here and make sure he’s banned from the tour.”

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