Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(98)

"Purple!" the older girl said.

The younger nodded again.

"Purple?" Eric pretended to be perplexed. "Isn't that a girl color?"

"No, pink is a girl color," the girl insisted. "Boys can have purple."

"Alright, purple it is. I trust you wouldn't steer me wrong and make my hair a girl color."

The younger girl laughed. "Pink. Pink. You should have pink hair!"

"Now I know you're trying to make me look silly."

"You've already succeeded in that on your own," Isaac mumbled. Eric refused to take his bait.

The mother offered Isaac a scathing look and then smiled at Eric. "Thank you," she said quietly and helped her girls push their trays further down the line. Eric caught Rebekah smiling sadly as she offered gravy to the two little girls. He placed a gentle hand in the center of Rebekah's back, and she leaned against his arm. When she looked up, his throat closed off, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her.

"Yo, Eric," Sed called from the beginning of the chow line. "Gather the rest of the guys and come down here for an interview."

Eric knew Sed could do a fine job with the interview on his own, but he did his bidding anyway. Something about Sed made Eric always want to do his bidding. "Bring Dave with you. And Rebekah too." Especially when Sed made requests such as those.

Eric gathered his bandmates and Dave. They went to sit at one of the picnic tables. Trey sat on the table with his feet on the bench, while the rest lined up in a row. Dave maneuvered his wheelchair into the space at the end of the table next to Sed. The only one not present was Rebekah. Eric made a return trip to retrieve her.

"Sed wants us all to have an interview with the news crew."

"Why me?"

Eric shrugged. "I dunno. He specifically requested you join us though."

She handed her gravy ladle to a volunteer and wiped her hands on her black pants. Eric noticed the flour handprints on her ass and wondered if they belonged to Isaac. He wished he could say that they belonged to him.

"Where are you going?" Isaac asked.

"I'll be back," she assured him and headed toward the group.

Eric hung behind her so he didn't take her hand. He sure wanted to hold it, but that would bring Mrs. B running for sure.

"Okay, everyone's here now. You can start," Sed said to the reporter.

The reporter spoke into her microphone, "It's been awhile since you gave an update on the state of the band. It's obvious that Trey's hands are better." Trey wriggled his fingers to demonstrate. "But how's your voice, Sedric?"



       
         
       
        

"Perfectly fine," he said.

Which wasn't exactly true. His throat specialist harped on him constantly about screaming in live shows. He was getting better at keeping his volume down and allowing the soundboard operator to increase it electronically. Rebekah made a lot of adjustments for him. Eric glanced at her. She looked a bit shell-shocked to be sitting amongst them in an interview.

"A lot of fans were upset when the new single had less of your signature screaming and more singing. Was singing a decision or necessity?"

A little of both, but Sed chose to sugarcoat it.

"Well, as a band we wanted the new album to show our growth as musicians," Sed said. "When I first started out, I screamed because that's what I knew how to do best. As my singing voice evolved, I wanted to sing more, but the fans have come to expect screaming."

"We're taking a lot of chances on this album," Brian said. "We hope our fans stand beside us as we stretch our creativity to its limits."

"So there are more surprises in store for fans?" the reporter asked.

"You might say that," Eric said.

"You're the main composer, right?" the reporter asked Eric.

"More of an arranger," Eric said. "Brian writes the guitar music. Sed writes most of the lyrics. I pick out the pieces that work well together and arrange them into songs. Then I add drum tracks, and on this album, Jace worked out the bass lines."

"What does Trey do?"

"I just look pretty for the camera," Trey said.

Everyone laughed.

"You don't compose at all?" the reporter pressed.

"Brian writes the guitar music," Trey reiterated. "No way could I ever come up with the amazing stuff he composes. I'm just along for the ride."

"Trey has written the lyrics for a couple songs," Sed entered.

"I did write 'Goodbye Is Not Forever,' our only ballad," Trey said. "And I wrote one of the new songs."