Chapter Twenty-One
Tav
Gee fuck.
I mean, boy. Really.
I created a rock star.
Mallory, bless her fuckin’ heart that woman, big bag of tears beside me.
Couldn’t lie myself, something caught me in that song. I’d have to talk to him about some of those lyrics.
I knew he’s been through the trench, both of ‘em, Scarlett and Ryden –
Wait –
Where?
I turned around, finding an empty seat.
No red stilts punching the back of my neck, those fuckin’ shoes. Where the hell did she go?
“Seen Scarlett leave, Mal?” I nudged.
She waved me off, tissues flying out of her purse. Oh hell.
I caught Ryden lookin’ somewhere, a little frozen. I followed his gaze and caught the slit of a door and the echo of its slam.
Ah, shit. Was that?
Fuckin’ artists, bringin’ just about everything on stage.
Fans… they’re goin’ to love it, though.
“Alright Mal, pull yourself together, we got an event to…”