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Two Way Street - Chapter Thirty-Two
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They slept, still tangled, somewhere between dressed and not, in the bottom bunk, until day turned into night, and the bus pulled up at the first destination. The sudden stillness and quiet of the engine being turned off woke her, groggy, and lethargic from the nap.“Show, Em,” Owen encouraged as she found clothing that would see her to the changerooms.“Yes, I know,” she was grumpy in her sleepiness, but managed to get herself dressed and her suit bag and case in hand, trailing him from the bus and avoiding the driver’s eyes, embarrassed that he might have seen more than he should have. There had to be some type of hazard pay, she thought with flustered amusement, for the drivers of bus bands – she was pretty certain that sex in the busses was pretty common with horny fans and band members doing what came naturally to them.The shower woke her, and she grazed on a salad as she let the stylist prepare her for the show, the men’s conversation in the background rising and falling, the c
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They played four encores – the two planned, and two additional call backs, before staggering off stage again. Owen caught Emily against him and kissed her, hard, the kiss salted by both of their sweat.“Watch it mate,” James clapped his behind in passing. “You will burst the money makers.” He pouted his lips blowing kisses over his shoulders.Emily threaded her hands through Owen’s sweat-wet hair, and kissed him back hungrily, caught up in the excitement of the performance. He lifted his head, his eyes on hers, the expression in them breath taking in its intensity. “I love you, Em,” he told her.“I love you too, Owen,” she ruffled his hair to lighten the interaction, unwilling to invest her heart into the declaration. “Let’s go have some drinks, and then hit the showers.”It took almost half an hour to make their way to the bus, through the photographers and reporters wanting a moment to discuss their tour and the fans wanting to mingle. Aaron selected a small group of fans and a repo
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In the crowd, a familiar voice called her name, and she turned instinctually towards it, smiling. Something soft was thrust into her arms, and she met the man’s dark eyes, the smile falling from her face at his vulpine expression.“Who-?” The crowd jostled against the barrier, and he let it push him back so that she caught a flash of a grin before he disappeared.She looked down at what he had placed in her hands. She already held a bunch of flowers, and some other oddments fans liked to give her. This was a teddy bear, but… The stitching down its stomach had been cut open, and the soft white fluff within and the fur around it was stained a brownish red. There was something brownish red stuffed inside…“I will have that, thank you,” Aaron snatched the teddy out of her hands and dropped it into a plastic bag, which he ziplocked and passed to his PA. He put his hand on her back. “Keep going, Em, smile,” he encouraged. “Smile, Em.”Her expression had caught Owen’s attention, although the
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“And just get on with it,” Owen agreed. “How many celebrities do you hear about getting kidnapped or murdered? Except for that, ah, what was her name?”“That was a jewel heist,” Emily remembered. “I don’t have any jewellery worth heisting, so I guess we are good there,” she joked, and then saw the expression on his face. The only piece of jewellery she had owned that worth more than a couple of hundred dollars was the engagement ring. She wondered what he had done with it after she had turned down his off-hand proposal.“Yeah,” he said soberly. “That is true. You should have jewellery though, Emily. We can afford… Anyway,” he realised they were getting into a conversation that the timing and mood just was not right for.“So, we are just too public, Em.” He returned to the stalker, and she thought ruefully that it was preferable to discuss a stalker over the unanswered question of their relationship. “We are untouchable because we make ourselves touchable. There are too many people aro
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She next woke when James banged his hands rhythmically along the outside of the bus calling their names. Owen groaned. “F-king drummers,” he complained. “What is the time?”“I don’t know, but I am starving.”The bus engine was silent, and the driver had already departed, so they had arrived a while before, they realised, and slept through it. They used the en suite and dressed, pushing sunglasses onto their faces as they staggered down the steps into the daylight and squinted against the unfamiliar glare of the sun, fuzzy brained and groggy from sleep.“This is different,” Owen commented as they were joined Seb, Jeremy and James on the pavement, the three guys looking brighter and more awake than Emily felt. Seb held a black espresso coffee in his hand which might, she thought, account for their alertness. “Being at the venue bright and early.”“It is midday,” Seb pointed out. “Most people don’t consider that early.”“Early for us,” Owen grinned lopsidedly, his dimple appearing. “I wo
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“Are you alright?” Owen hovered close but not too close. He could deal with most things, but vomit was not one of them. They were parked on the side of the road, with cars honking as they passed the two oversized band busses loudly emblazoned with Two Way Street on all sides. The advertisement was a disadvantage, Emily thought miserably, when she had her head in a bucket. “Two Way Street!” Someone screamed out the window. The rest of the band and some roadies were fending off a carload of fans that had pulled up behind the second bus, and their laughter rolled back to her as James hammed it up for their photos, keeping them from wondering where Emily and Owen were. Emily sat on the curb, in the shelter of the luggage compartment door, the bucket on her lap. “Stomach bug, maybe?” She said wearily. “You have been off colour for a few days, maybe we should call a doctor,” Owen commented. “I thought it was… well, you know,” he shrugged. The stalker. He thought she had been off becau
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The bus pulled up. “Shit,” Owen muttered, and got up to pack away his guitar and notepad. “Planes might be faster, but on a bus, you are not stuck in one seat the entire time.”“You could still work on your lyrics during the flight,” she shouldered her laptop bag. “I write. You could get a laptop, or a tablet, and do your music electronically.”“Gawd, no,” he grimaced. “There is something so sterile about that.”“Music snob.”“Opera singer.”“Are we flying first class?” She added as they stepped out onto the pavement. The two security guards who accompanied them were already there, carrying their bags over their shoulders.The roadies were busy organising the transportation of the equipment, and she saw several people in the airport uniform step over to them. James was fussing over his drumkit, and Jeremy was surrendering a guitar to the roadies’ care. Seb had his arms around Jacinta, and they were oblivious to the activity behind them.“Yeah, I think Aaron has been setting us up with
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“This place is amazing,” Megan said as she got out of the limousine, sliding on her oversized sunglasses like a movie star and tossing her purple-streaked dark hair over her shoulder. “And it is not the bottle of champagne talking, though I sure could use a bathroom.” “Meg,” Emily embraced her warmly. “Thank you,” she whispered in her ear. “Thank me later, show me the bathroom now,” Megan replied. “Owen, be a sweetie and bring my suitcase in,” she added as she kissed his cheeks enthusiastically leaving purple toned lipstick behind and deliberately not telling him about it. Emily took Meg inside, showing her to the powder room, and watched as Owen wrestled Megan’s luggage down the hall to the bedroom the band had decided would be a spare. “How long is she staying again?” Owen whispered as he went past. “Are you sure she is not moving in?” “I heard that,” Megan swatted his behind as she stepped out of the bathroom, and Owen flashed her a grin. “Alright, grand tour, sis,” she linked
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