Page 113 of Sky Full of Stars

“I don’t know where you have got this crazy idea from, Aidan but you’re wrong. I had nothing to do with this.”

“It’s Adam,” I say in a quiet voice.

“No, it’s not,” she fires back.

There is a tense silence. Even Jordan keeps his mouth shut but his brows rise.

“I’m done.”

“Wait…What?” Bianca steps forward as I start to walk away.

“I have to call my girlfriend and let her know the bullshit press release my manager and label are about to put out has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with you trying to fuck with my life. You don’t own me, Bianca. You don’t control me, you manage the band. Not my goddamn personal life.”

“Dude, you can’t leave,” Jordan says, he hasn’t questioned what is going on but knows me walking off stage is a big deal.

“I’ll be back for the show,” I tell him. “I won’t let my band and fans down but I have something I need to do. I have to fix this,” I glare at Bianca who wisely keeps her mouth shut. I turn to Nick. “Have you heard from her?”

He pulls his phone out and shakes his head after looking at the screen. “Want me to try?”

I nod tersely then turn and walk away. It doesn’t take longer than a minute before the rest of the band follow me off the stage to the sound of Bianca cursing.

We go back to the hotel from the Arena on the waterfront to figure out what the hell is going on, and if what I accused Bianca of is actually true. She has been with us from the beginning so it is hard to believe she would do this, but she is also a hard ass known to make decisions against our wishes. We just never argued with her in the past.

But this. I’m not going to sit back and shut up on this.

Jordan is at the door taking in a room service delivery and Nick is in the bathroom, so it’s just Arch and me. I stand at the window, looking over the city centre, my hands clamped at my hips, my whole body wracked with tension. Why isn’t she answering her phone?

“Hannah stopped the press release going out but we need something in its place a.s.a.p. The label is on her ass about it.”

“Fuck them, they don’t get to dictate when I talk about my private life.”

“Fair, man, but we are still one of the biggest bands on the face of the planet right now and people are asking questions. We’re lucky Hannah likes me enough to pull what Bianca asked her to do. We can’t hold off forever.”

“I can’t do anything till I talk to Jenna.”

“You guys really think Bianca is behind this?”

I glance over my shoulder at Jordan as he wheels in a trolley covered with food. He scoops up a bunch of grapes and drops sideways onto the armchair, pulling grapes from the stems with his teeth.

“It does seem pretty out there?” Arch says.

“She brought Erica back,” I sit on the chair opposite Jordan. Nick returns from the bathroom and pokes around on the food trolley before grabbing a sandwich and sitting beside Archer. “Her niece made sure Jenna overheard her talking shit about me and Erica getting back together on the tour.”

“Not compelling evidence, bro.”

“My phone.”

“Can you prove she took it?” Jordan asks.

“Why are you being such a fucking dick?”

“I’m just being devil’s advocate.”

“It isn’t appreciated, so cut it the fuck out.”

Jordan swings his legs around so he is sitting up. “I’m just saying, Bianca’s been our manager for ten years. Why would she do this now and for what reason?”

Yeah, that was where I stalled too, if I was being honest. Nothing makes sense.

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