Page 16 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
Dylan, Mika, and I stand for a moment, basking in the excitement. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Dylan says, a scowl on his face, before following our bandmates.
I swallow.
“Lucas,” Mika calls out my name, softly. “Are you sure about this? I’m not…you’re–”
“Totally sure,” I reply. I touch her back encouragingly. “Come on. You got this. Follow my lead. If you forget the lyrics, I got you.”
The worry in her face shifts slightly into determination. She smiles. “Okay.”
I lead her out onstage and the crowd goes wild. Mika timidly follows me up to the mic. A roadie hurriedly rejigs Jay’s backup mic to center stage beside mine.
“Nashville,” I cry into the mic. The crowd goes wild. I laugh. “I don’t think I’ve seen hometown pride quite like this. And I don’t think we’ve rocked quite this hard in a long fucking time.”
The crowd alights again.
“We’ve got one more song for you. Haven’t done it yet on this tour but y’all really deserve it. It’s ‘Vicky’.”
As if the crowd could be any louder and any more thrilled. I give Mika a look as if to ask, You ready?
She nods, taking her mic from the stand. Jay plays us in, smooth toned bass accented with his flair.
She’s got a voice like an angel
But it comes out like a growl
Her body’s like a temple
But she’s always on the prowl
The audience is entranced, all of their phones are up and their flashlights are on, waving their arms.
She tells me late at night
What her love is all about
Mika licks her lips and steps up to the microphone and sings the next line:
I wanna chew you up and spit you out.
Dylan and Chase join in, the guitar and drums energizing the balladic energy of the song.
Simply put, it fucking rocks. Mika and I don’t miss a note, playing off each other brilliantly. If we’re this good on the fly, I can only imagine how amazing we would sound with a rehearsal or two. Even though the audience is loud and invigorated and the guys are on their a-game, I can only focus on Mika. She’s glowing, beaming. Her voice is like honey. At one point, our eyes lock and I almost forget the words I’m so lost in her blue, catlike eyes.
The song ends, the crowd wild. I gesture to Mika to take a bow. “Mika Robertson, ladies and gentlemen.”
The crowd goes berserk. She flushes from stem to stern and bows her head humbly. Then, she leans into the mic. “Lucas Tremaine!”
I smile at her like she’s ridiculous. I’ve gotten my laurels, there’s no need for it. “Goodnight, Nashville!”
As we walk offstage, the guys are clapping me on the back saying what a good call it was and Lee and Crystal flock to Mika, tittering about how good she sounded. She looks back at me, teary-eyed, a smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she mouths.
I shake my head and smile.
“You have to go out and celebrate after that, man!” Jay cries and pats me on the back. “What do you say?”
I look to the guys and then to Mika. With her at my side, I think I could do anything. “Fine. Let’s do it.”
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