Fate can be a bitch sometimes.
I already know I’m setting myself up for disaster if I allow Jordon back into my bed. The best thing I can do is stay as far away from Jordon Valentine as I can. Hopefully, I can find a hot random hook up while on the road that can fuck Jordon out of my system.
Parking my black Dodge Challenger at the American Airlines Stadium back entrance, I pull down my visor to check my make-up one more time.
I have to say I look pretty fucking hot right now.
Roxie convinced me to go with my new tight leather peplum dress with rows of silver spikes along my bust line, giving it an edgier look.
I touch up my fire engine red lips and step out onto the pavement. I’m rocking my seven inch Louboutin Black Lady Clou spiked platform heels covered in the same silver spikes as my dress and decorated with cute little bows and open toes showing off my red nails.
Red is definitely my color.
I felt like I needed a fresh new look before kicking off our tour tomorrow, so I had my hair done yesterday. The dark red looks awesome with the killer tan I’ve got going on thanks to chilling by the pool during my down time for the last eight months.
Our three tour buses are in the parking lot waiting to hit the road tomorrow night after our concert. I can’t wait to get back on the road, experience the different cities, and meeting my fans.
I never feel more alive than I do when I’m on stage with Beyond Redemption, singing to a crowd of thousands. After performing for eight years, I still get excited. I’m like a kid on Christmas morning before I step out on the stage and greet the fans.
After saying hello to the security guard at the back entrance, I make my way backstage where I hear the all familiar sounds of guitars and drums being tested.
There are people everywhere; running around getting the stage set up for tomorrow night’s sold out show. I wave to a few of our roadies and make my way towards the corner of the stage. I hear the familiar sound of Casper doing one of his famous riffs. He is a Rock God on his guitar.
My heart skips a beat when the stage comes into view. I see its Jordon playing the guitar, showing off his amazing skills to Casper, who’s got his guitar slung around his back at the moment.
I get lost in the moment admiring Jordon as he plays our newest number one song Falling into Darkness. There’s something erotic about hearing him play a song I wrote.
I’m so caught up in the moment I don’t hear my manager approaching until she’s standing right beside me.
“He’s really good. I thought for sure that was Casper playing.” She says, making me jump.
Slamming my hand against my chest, I let out a small scream, “Holy shit, Sonja! You scared the crap out of me.”
“I see that.” She laughs rolling her eyes and turning her attention back towards the guys goofing off on stage.
“He has some mad skills, that’s for sure. I thought it was Casper too when I first heard the riff playing.” I tell her, never taking my eyes off of Jordon.
It’s as if my eyes have a mind of their own. No matter how many times I try to look away and watch one of the other band members, my eyes always end up back on Jordon.
“You ready for tomorrow night?” She finally asks after a few moments of us both standing there in complete silence. I think we would much rather listen to the guys jam then speak to one another. Their sound just blends together perfectly.
I give her a genuine smile, “I’m way past ready. I can’t wait to get back on the road.”
Rubbing my shoulder she turns towards me with a concerned look taking over her face, “You’ll let me know if, at any point, you’re feeling the urge to get high, right? Because your sobriety is my number one concern right now; we need you to be one hundred percent, so this tour is a success.”
I have to refrain from rolling my eyes at her. Seriously! All our label cares about is this tour making them a butt load of money. They pretend to be worried about my well-being, when really they’re concerned with how many millions will be in their bank accounts at the end of this six month tour.
I’ve already acknowledged that they’re counting on me to get through the next six months with my sobriety intact before they can set the official European tour dates. They don’t want to deal with having to refund fans because I ended up back in rehab, making them delay the tour.
I stretch a big fake smile across my face and finally answer her, “You’ll be the second to know, just after my sobriety sponsor. I have her on speed dial, and I have the green light to text her any time of the day or night. So you can rest assured I’m in good hands. I want, just as badly as you all do, to make this tour a success. I owe it to my fans. They’ve waited long enough for this new tour and album.”