Page 5 of Just Wait

I’m still pissed about being escorted out of the practice area by the two burly security guards. I barely made it fifteen minutes into my brainstorming session, meaning I was nowhere close to running into Liminal’s practice time.

If they had been polite about telling me to get lost, that would be one thing, but I never even saw the band, so it’s weird that they knew I was in there at all.

Whatever.

They’re super famous.

I’m sure they can get away with much worse behavior.

By the time I make it out to the bus, Theo is in the living room, smoking a blunt with Jesse, the bassist, and Remmy, the drummer.

I’m not big on smoking, but I’d take a gummy from time to time when we used to stay home and chill. I don’t get how they can smoke and go out in public. I would be too paranoid to function, but that’s just me.

It smells delicious, though.

“Lumen,” Theo says, smiling and blowing a huge cloud of smoke out of his nose. “Did you write us a stunner?”

I snort and shake my head as I cross the bus to take a seat next to him on the couch. “Security kicked me out so Liminal could start practicing early.”

“Dude, those guys are such pretentious dicks.” Remmy stretches over to grab the blunt Theo offers him. “We’re part of the tour. We all signed that NDA, and they still barely acknowledge our existence.”

“Being able to hang with them was half the reason I was excited to open for them rather than any of the other big-name bands the label considered putting us with,” Jesse says, laughing. “I actually used to like their music, but their attitudes have killed that.”

“This is exactly why they tell you not to meet your heroes.” I laugh as Theo tosses his arm around my shoulder. “They might be assholes, but they sure are pretty.”

“Lumen,” Theo growls, making me smile.

It’s nice to hear that he’s a little jealous. I’ve had to get used to women hanging all over him for pictures and when they want autographs, but it’s all part of keeping the fans happy.

I’m also sure it’s something the girlfriend of a rock star has to get comfortable with if they don’t want to lose their mind.

“Goddamn, they really are sexy as fuck,” Remmy says, winking.

It’s a well-known fact.

Liminal has all the sex appeal.

It’s too bad they seem kinda pretentious in person.

Which is crazy.

Theo has it in his contract that he’ll engage with fans and make sure they have a good time. I don’t remember exactly how it was worded, but that’s what it boiled down to.

They’re not supposed to be rude or make the fans feel like a burden.

Liminal is obviously well past the fan-building stage of their careers, so I guess they don’t have to worry about that.

There’s also the fact that some women are really into narcissistic assholes.

Not me.

But when Kincaid—their lead singer—grabs his mic, leaning toward the audience with all those abs on display, I briefly contemplate if I could become one of those ladies who would overlook a personality issue or two.

That’s embarrassing, but there’s no harm in looking.

I’ve been a Liminal fan since before I met Theo. I was the one who put him on to their music, along with a few other bands he now loves.

I bump my shoulder against Theo’s chest, smiling up at him. “Did you save me any food?”