He looks to me for permission.
I nod. This will be fun. And it won't advance Emma's suspicion. I think.
He nods back. "Follow me."
Emma steps forward. "No, follow me."
She cuts through the crowd expertly. I follow just as swiftly. We've got a lot of experience weaving through crowded venues.
The lighting dims as we step into the hallway. There's a security guy guarding a door at the other end of the hall. The one opposite where we came in. He has an earpiece and a clipboard. A this is the list kind of clipboard.
Emma squeals. "Oh my God, this is… oh my God. They're all so hot. I can't even. What am I going to say?"
"Fuck me please." I laugh.
"No, they're all taken." She pouts. "What would possess a smoking hot rock god to settle down?"
"The right woman," Brendon offers.
That shakes her out of her starstruck daze. She turns back to Brendon. Examines his expression. "You have a secret girlfriend I should know about?"
He shoots her a really look.
She returns it.
Uh uh. My night is not heading down this path. Not when everything is perfect.
This is my chance to be happy before everything goes to shit tomorrow.
I'm not losing that.
I move toward clipboard guy. "Excuse me. Um. I'm Kaylee Hart and this is my friend Brendon Kane. We're on the list."
He looks to Em. "And you, sweetheart?"
"Emma Kane." Her smile is equally parts sexy and sweet.
He glances at the clipboard. "Looks like you are." He moves aside from the door. "Head in. But stay out of the way."
I nod as I step through the door. "Thank you."
Emma and Brendon follow.
We're actually backstage.
It's a lot more crowded than I'd expect. There are roadies and other crew type people milling around.
And there's the opening band's dressing room on our right.
And just beyond it, a sign taped to a door reads Dangerous Noise.
Emma squeezes my hand. "That's it." She skips forward.
I follow her into the room.
Oh my God.
That's actually Joel Young, Brendon's supposed client.