Page 195 of Rock Me All Night
"So go make amends." I press my hand into his lower back and push him onto stage.
He looks back at me and shakes his head. "Kendrick, you're going to pay for this."
"Break a leg." I blow him a kiss. For good luck. Only for good luck.
Drew's demeanor changes the second he's on stage. No longer irritated. He's right where he belongs. A roadie runs out with a guitar, slinging it around Drew's shoulders and plugging it in.
Drew looks back to me with that sameyou're going to pay for thisexpression. Then his attention turns to the crowd.
The song starts with a guitar intro. It's amazing and spotlight-hogging. I close my eyes and soak in the music. There's a great energy and finesse to Drew's playing. The rest of the song falls away, until there's nothing in this entire club except me and Drew's hands and that guitar.
When the song ends, the crowd is screaming. Drew's posture is proud and confident. He really belongs here, on stage, lost in his music.
Gavin steps up to the mic again. "How about those hands, huh?"
The band's actual guitarist pouts.
Drew slides the guitar off his shoulders and takes a bow. The crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering and clapping. Drew waves goodbye as he walks backstage.
His eyes find mine. "Pleased with yourself?"
"It was a good song."
"The guitar part." He takes my hand. "Let's avoid any more of this by going to the front."
"What if I want to find a hot rock star boyfriend?"
"Over my dead body."
* * *
We spendthe rest of the concert in the main area. I don't know the headlining band, but that doesn't stop me from swaying along to the music. Drew sits on a bar stool, watching me and shaking his head.
"You can't dance to rock music," he says.
"Then what the hell am I doing?" I step further into the crowd.
It's only a few seconds before Drew's hands are on my hips. He pulls me toward the bar. "You're not leaving my sight."
"I'm dancing."
"Not out of my sight."
Drew's overprotective attitude is not going to keep me from the one thing that relieves the tension in my body. I make my way toward the stage. He's right. No one is dancing. But that isn't going to stop me either.
I move in time with the songs. It's half-jumping, half-dancing, but I fit right in with the enthusiastic fans. Drew stays close to me, his arm tight around my waist. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
It's dark enough that no one recognizes him. Or maybe it's considered rude to ask a rock star to sign an autograph at another band's show. Either way, we make it all the way to the final song without interruption.
Everyone is cheering. It's so loud I can't hear myself think. Drew's grip tightens. He pulls me closer, his mouth mere inches from my ear. His breath sends goosebumps down my spine.
"I should say goodbye," he whispers.
It's too loud to respond with words, so I nod. We make our way backstage. Security waves us through without batting an eye. It seems Drew is known by everyone, even when he'd rather be invisible.
There must be a few dozen people here. I guess the headliners have quite the posse. Drew cuts through the crowd, his hand tight around mine. He finds Gavin in the main dressing room.
Drew stares daggers.
