The musicians were just chilling out, having a beer before the presser, when they heard the first thunder. All of them looked up, surprised.
“What the fuck?” Tom cried. “It was sunny not five minutes ago!”
Jim went up to the nearest window, looking out to hide a smile. A sudden storm when they were about to meet again. What were the odds? He shook his head slightly. She was on the way.
“She’s a fucking force of nature,” he muttered to himself.
Deborah and her assistant Ron came to take them to the conference hall where the press waited for them. She nodded at Jim to let the others take the lead to the elevators and walk with her.
“No green passes so far, Jim,” she said, keeping her voice down.
He took his phone, searched for something and handed it to her.
“Here’s a picture of her,” he said. “Go wait for her at the lobby, Deb. Keep my phone, in case she texts me while I’m busy in there. And bring her to me the minute she gets h
Sean saw Jo’s nod to the hall behind him and turned around. Deborah came into the bar, looking around as she approached him.“Where’s Jim?” she asked, still scanning the faces in the room.“Busy. What’s up?”“Busy?” Deborah repeated. “But he asked me to wait for—”“She here? Bring her in.”Sean and Jo watched Deborah go back to the hallway and invite the two women in.“Which one?” whispered Jo, excited.“You tell me,” Sean replied with a little smirk.Jo studied them both, and was about to pick the hot younger one when the other woman met Sean’s eyes and flashed a tight smile.“Oh, my God,” Jo muttered when the woman headed straight toward them, tugging at her friend’s sleeve to make her follow.“Hey, Sean,” the woman said with a quick nod.“Hey.”
“So what now, soldiers?” asked Tom, trying to bring the situation to more regular grounds.“Dunno, dude,” said Liam. “Deb said something about reservations for dinner, but it’s almost eight already”.“Here we have dinner about nine,” said Claudia.“What?” cried Walt. “I’m fucking starving!”Jim and Sean looked around and spotted Deborah with Ron and Tim, talking to some locals. Jim took a hand to his lips.“I’ll get her,” said Sean, before Jim whistled at her and Deborah punched his lights out.“How are you for an allnighter, woman?” Jim asked Silvia.“Like a scout, always ready,” she replied. “What’s the plan?”“Dunno, but guess it’s dinner, some drinks and some dancing. You up?” Jim heard Claudia’s muffled giggle and turned to her, raising his eyebrows. “
The reservations were at an exclusive vegetarian restaurant, and Silvia and the Robinsons only agreed to walk in, instead of leaving for the nearest Burger King, when Jo showed them some meat courses on the menu.Their tables were on the second floor, that Deborah had requested to keep exclusive for them. She and Tim arrived with a dozen persons from their crew when they had just ordered dinner, and the waiters put up a long table to accommodate them all together.Jo found her mind turned into an imaginary camera, and it was completely captivated by the reunited friends. They were the most interesting thing to watch in the least expected way. After the fuss of the first moments together and Jim’s odd possessive attitude, now they were sitting opposite each other, behaving as if they’d last met the day before, not the year before.The conversation on that side of the table was about the band’s everyday issues and the places they’d been. Ji
Considering Claudia had taken them to a good place, and the online reviews didn’t say much about the nightclub they were about to go to, Deborah asked her about it.“I’ve never been there,” Claudia said. “Too exclusive for my budget. But I’ve heard they throw VIP private parties on the third floor.”Deborah flashed a cunning smile. “Wanna hop in as a scout?”Claudia mirrored her smile. “Lead the way!”Tim remained at the bar, to wait for Deborah’s call giving the green light for the nightclub. The call didn’t take long and he headed for the counter to pay for everybody’s drinks, leaving Ron and the bodyguards to take the group to their cars.Jim gulped up his bourbon and got to his feet. His lips curled up when he saw Silvia dodge the others to come toward him. She flashed a merry grin, and before he could take her hand, she wrapped her arm around his.&ldquo
Jim observed Silvia as they danced to Erasure’s Little Respect, wondering what the hell she was up to. Just like back when they’d first met, she was dying to touch him, yet she pretended she didn’t. But back then they were complete strangers.It couldn’t be those silly overexcited chicks, or the other girl back at the hotel. She was way above that. She knew they were just the joke of the minute and meant nothing at all. After all, they’d always been with somebody else over the last year, and that had never come between them. Then why on earth didn’t she just step up and take what she wanted?“Jim!”He raised his hand to let Deborah know he’d be there in a minute. His other hand pulled Silvia closer and circled her waist.“Get ready, woman. I’ll be right back to stay,” he said an inch away from her lips.She didn’t look away from his eyes, she didn’t shiver,
By four, only a few of them were still standing, because the rest were exhausted, drunk or both. Deborah’s legendary resistance to champagne had been seriously compromised that night, so she looked around for Tim to help her organize the group’s retreat. And found him completely wasted on a couch. Good thing Ron was still in shape to crawl down the stairs and ask the bodyguards to get the cars ready. Meanwhile, she took on the quest of kicking everybody up to their feet.Her dizzy head got suddenly clear when she found Jim had exceeded his alcohol to an extent she’d had only seen a couple of times before. He was declaiming something at the top of his lungs, while Silvia and Liam laughed and threw snacks at him from a couch.Deborah shook Sean, snoozing with his head on Jo’s lap, and pointed at his brother. He rubbed his face, shook Walt awake, and together they were able to push and punch Jim into the toilet. Gallons of fresh water on his head e
What they called the tech and junior crews had been working at the stadium for hours by the time the senior crew and the musicians were able to leave their rooms. They navigated their hangover the best they could and eventually found their way to one of the hotel restaurants for lunch.Soon they were all there, save Jim. Deborah counted heads one more time. Yep, he was the only one missing. She found out she still had his phone, so she called his room.Sean saw her look as she came back to the table and sighed. For a change, nobody but him dared to go knock on Jim’s door, especially knowing he wasn’t alone.“I’ll get him,” he said to Deborah, and turned to Jo. “Order my lunch, please.”Upstairs, he stopped before Jim’s door and paid attention. He couldn’t hear a single sound from inside the room. His brother was still sleeping. Sean knocked softly and waited. Nothing. He knocked again.“Ji
Jo enjoyed the ride to the west area of the city, to a neighborhood called Caseros, filming and talking with Silvia.Living a thousand miles away from Buenos Aires, and far from being into indie movies, Silvia couldn’t tell her much about the renown international indie festival that took place in the city every year. But she was more than willing to answer any questions about her country, their traditions and culture, and about herself too. So Jo asked away to her heart’s content.Claudia waited for them with Silvia’s sister and friends, who welcomed Jo like they’d known her for years and made her feel at home in just minutes.Silvia left them talking in the living room and hurried upstairs for a quick shower, hopefully even with hot water. The first thing she saw in her room was all her clothes, washed and ironed, folded in a neat pile on her bed.She went back downstairs with a change of clothes, an extra pack of cigaret