The Trouble with Rock Stars: Jackson's Story (Access All Areas 3)

“She’s loved them since she was in high school. And she’s going to see them tomorrow.”

Okay, if she wanted to go see them, that was her business.

“The only thing is, she could only get crap tickets because she didn’t know until the last minute. She said that was good enough and that she couldn’t expect any better...”

My mind ticked over. She wanted to see this boy band but she couldn’t get good tickets...

“And all the VIP tickets had sold out.”

I wanted to do something amazing for Gina. I wanted to give her a night she’d never forget for the rest of her life and that proved how much she meant to me but there are some things that required too much sacrifice. Getting the tickets would be easy. I still had connections in this town. I knew people.

“Don’t even think about it. They sold out weeks ago.”

“They sold out years ago, you mean.” I grinned.

Getting the tickets would be a cinch. The thing was, just giving her a single ticket would be nice and all but it wouldn’t be super special. If I wanted to do this, I’d have to go with her. I’d have to sit beside her and ke

ep my mouth shut and not once say anything bad.

Maybe the tickets were sold out but nothing’s impossible, it’s just costly. I didn’t mind paying over the money, it was the cost to my pride that’d hurt. But, if Gina wanted to go see The Baxters, Gina would have the best seats ever.

I got out my phone and made some calls.

“Yes, I said I wanted tickets to The Baxters. Do you have a problem with that?”

I got scoffed at. Scoffed. Hell, these people were the ones promoting the tour, the ones making money off it, but I got scoffed at for wanting tickets. Surely, they could see the irony in that.

“No, mate, I don’t have an opinion on whether their second album was actually a greater work than the more popular first album.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carlie shaking with laughter.

“No, I don’t have a favorite Baxter. Not everyone does.”

I moved so I couldn’t see Carlie. That was easier. I tapped my fingers on the bar. This joker was toying with me but I had to play along to get the tickets.

“Okay, if I have to pick, I’ll say the blonde one. And, no, I don’t know his name.”

Even without looking, I knew Carlie was doing that face. I waved at her to get me another drink. I needed it, dealing with this.

Finally, I got the tickets.

I JUMPED IN A CAB AND went to Gina, hoping she hadn’t left too early. I’m sure she’d want to go home from work and get changed so that would give me time. But maybe she took a change of clothes to the office?

Hell, that’d wreck my plans.

I rang her doorbell. She opened the door, blushed then tried to close it again.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take you out.”

“I have plans.” Her eyes flashed with defiance.

“I know but I have new and improved plans. Are you ready?”

When she fully opened the door, I saw she was wearing the group’s t-shirt. The Baxters in bright red letters across her boobs.

She just stood and stared at me. “Your plans aren’t going to cut it.”