Page 67 of Falling for the Rockstar

MYKA

Ipeek out at the crowd and am pleased to see a house so packed, there’s no room to stand, and a line outside at both the main and back entrance. The latter mainly consisted of women hoping to make it onto the guest list for the release party at Simon’s or hoping to get on someone’s dick. The scoffs and turned-up noses Brianna and I meet as we are ushered through are abundant and loud. Whining about how two Black girls get to go in and they don’t, and why we don’t have to wait. Security quickly dismisses the complaints letting them know who I am and if they had any hope of meeting the group, they better play nice. Needless to say, it was too late for niceties at that point.

“Oh my god. The show starts in five minutes. Where are they? Doug Marron, the owner, inquires as he paces back and forth.

Amber tries to call them, and the line goes straight to voicemail. Lenny tries to talk to Doug to get him to calm down.

“I’m telling you, Len. If your guys don’t show, I’m charging you full ticket value for every head. Plus, interest.”

“Doug, they’ll be here. Trust me. They may be stuck in traffic somewhere. I mean the place is packed. Lots of foot traffic standing outside. I’m sure the bars are already buzzing with orders.”

“They got five minutes or I’m calling it.”

Lenny looks at me with a silent plea.

I agree with a bit of annoyance and go talk to Doug. “Mr. Marron, I just heard they are pulling in shortly. Just relax, this is under control. They were at sound check today so they are committed.”

“Okay, I’ll move it to ten minutes because of you.” He walks off and I turn on my heels and toss my head back in anguish.

“Ugh. They better have a fucking good reason why they are late,” I shout.

Brianna is waiting with the makeup team, Amber is calling everyone, and Lenny’s on the phone with someone, trying to explain why Osiris has yet to show faces.

“Any luck, Amber?” I ask with a slight tremble in my voice.

She shakes her head from side to side. “No. None of them are answering their cells.”

“Fuck. I knew this shit was going to—”

The backstage door swings open and in walk the men of the hour.

I march over to them, heels clicking loudly with each step. I grab Simon by his shoulder and turn him to face me. “Where the fuck have y’all been?” I push his arm with the last word, for emphasis.

“Whoa. No need to hit me, love. You’ll get your turn. Especially in an outfit like that.”

I suddenly forgot how alluring my outfit is for tonight, but that’s beside the point. “Amber, please go tell Doug they are here and under ten minutes.”

“Got it.” She walks off and I turn back to Simon who is standing there with a smile on his face.

“What are you grinning about?”

“You look fucking amazing.”

“Thank you. Now Brianna and the other stylists are waiting for you and the sound team is ready. On stage in five, if you don’t mind.” I walk away to avoid any unwanted attention.

“Myka?”

“Yes, Simon.”

“Will you be at the release party tonight?”

I’m cautious about the way I should answer. “I will make an appearance for a minute, but that’s it. Why?”

“I have to make you one of my custom drinks.” He grins wide, and my curiosity gets the better of me.

“What, another Myka in Miami?”

“No, that is only for when we are there. This will be from my signature collection when I host parties.”

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