nose. After meeting Jude, last thing she wanted to do was kiss Ross. He was definitely cute, but now not so much. Especially not after seeing Jude in person.
"No, not tonight. Maybe another time, I'm pretty beat so I'm going to the hotel."
She quickly grabbed her messenger bag, knowing the crew would pack up everything else and walked out the exit door she saw Jude heading towards. No one was outside. The hum of the bus filled the air and she thought about how she preferred the smell of oil and exhaust to Ross's stinky breath.
Thinking Jude might have taken the girls into the bus she summoned up all her courage and got on. The back room door was closed. She hadn't seen it yet, but she heard it had a bed. As she walked to the back, she tried to talk herself out of it. This was crazy. What was she doing? She just met the man and now she was acting like a jealous girlfriend.
Her mind raced. What could he be doing with two girls? Did people actually do that? Throwing the door open she stepped inside expecting to catch them but the room was dark.
As she turned on the light she felt all her adrenalin leave her. She hated how Jude made her feel and she hated that he couldn't keep it in his pants.
She sat on the bed which took up most of the room and punched a pillow. Just the fact that there really was a bed in the bus filled her with rage. As tears filled her eyes she heard someone climb the steps onto the bus.
"Oh I didn't expect to see you Lucky."
Stan was an elderly man with more life and kick in him than people half his age. He was small and almost frail in appearance, with a thick southern accent.
While he appeared unassuming, Stan was a man not to mess with. Growing up in the inner city, he was picked on for his size and learned how to fight in order to protect himself. Fighting was something he didn't have to do once people turned to him for protection. His standing joke was that he was stronger and just as stubborn than a mule.
"Sorry Stan, I was just...looking for someone."
Smiling, he joined Lucky in the back of the bus. For as long as Stan could remember, he drove tour buses for some of the biggest and smallest acts in rock n roll. He had seen it all.
"Jude decided to walk back to the hotel. Its just a few blocks from here."
"I didn't say I was looking for him."
"And I never said I was the bus driver, I just am."
He had a twinkle in his eye that Lucky couldn't get mad at. Stan patted her on the back before standing.
"I'd like to go back to the hotel now."
"Sure, I'll see if anyone else is joining us." He walked down the aisle and turned around before going down the steps. "Lucky, remember one thing. In rock n roll there's more smoke and mirrors off-stage than on."
She didn't understand what he meant. Playing his words over in her head again she couldn't figure out what he was saying or why. She pulled her notebook out of her bag and wrote down what he said as Jordan and Dylan got on the bus.
After getting their hotel key, she and Jordan walked down a long plain hall, as they looked at the numbers for their room. Lucky thought about how great it was to experience all these things with her best friend and hugged her.
"You know I really am lucky. I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you," she told Jordan.
"Oh come on, you're much stronger than you realize."
"No. I'm not. Did you know I text my parents several times a day? That's besides talking to them. I've been so dependent on them I don't even know how to live without talking to them everyday."
"You're being too hard on yourself. You just need some rest. Remember you didn't sleep much last night and with all the excitement of Jude today, I'm sure you're exhausted. You're just letting it all get to you."
"Maybe you're right."
They entered the suite and went into their own bedrooms. As Lucky grabbed her toothbrush, Jordan came in.
"You know Lucky, I'm the lucky one. You have no idea how much you've saved me. Not just now with this
"No, not tonight. Maybe another time, I'm pretty beat so I'm going to the hotel."
She quickly grabbed her messenger bag, knowing the crew would pack up everything else and walked out the exit door she saw Jude heading towards. No one was outside. The hum of the bus filled the air and she thought about how she preferred the smell of oil and exhaust to Ross's stinky breath.
Thinking Jude might have taken the girls into the bus she summoned up all her courage and got on. The back room door was closed. She hadn't seen it yet, but she heard it had a bed. As she walked to the back, she tried to talk herself out of it. This was crazy. What was she doing? She just met the man and now she was acting like a jealous girlfriend.
Her mind raced. What could he be doing with two girls? Did people actually do that? Throwing the door open she stepped inside expecting to catch them but the room was dark.
As she turned on the light she felt all her adrenalin leave her. She hated how Jude made her feel and she hated that he couldn't keep it in his pants.
She sat on the bed which took up most of the room and punched a pillow. Just the fact that there really was a bed in the bus filled her with rage. As tears filled her eyes she heard someone climb the steps onto the bus.
"Oh I didn't expect to see you Lucky."
Stan was an elderly man with more life and kick in him than people half his age. He was small and almost frail in appearance, with a thick southern accent.
While he appeared unassuming, Stan was a man not to mess with. Growing up in the inner city, he was picked on for his size and learned how to fight in order to protect himself. Fighting was something he didn't have to do once people turned to him for protection. His standing joke was that he was stronger and just as stubborn than a mule.
"Sorry Stan, I was just...looking for someone."
Smiling, he joined Lucky in the back of the bus. For as long as Stan could remember, he drove tour buses for some of the biggest and smallest acts in rock n roll. He had seen it all.
"Jude decided to walk back to the hotel. Its just a few blocks from here."
"I didn't say I was looking for him."
"And I never said I was the bus driver, I just am."
He had a twinkle in his eye that Lucky couldn't get mad at. Stan patted her on the back before standing.
"I'd like to go back to the hotel now."
"Sure, I'll see if anyone else is joining us." He walked down the aisle and turned around before going down the steps. "Lucky, remember one thing. In rock n roll there's more smoke and mirrors off-stage than on."
She didn't understand what he meant. Playing his words over in her head again she couldn't figure out what he was saying or why. She pulled her notebook out of her bag and wrote down what he said as Jordan and Dylan got on the bus.
After getting their hotel key, she and Jordan walked down a long plain hall, as they looked at the numbers for their room. Lucky thought about how great it was to experience all these things with her best friend and hugged her.
"You know I really am lucky. I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you," she told Jordan.
"Oh come on, you're much stronger than you realize."
"No. I'm not. Did you know I text my parents several times a day? That's besides talking to them. I've been so dependent on them I don't even know how to live without talking to them everyday."
"You're being too hard on yourself. You just need some rest. Remember you didn't sleep much last night and with all the excitement of Jude today, I'm sure you're exhausted. You're just letting it all get to you."
"Maybe you're right."
They entered the suite and went into their own bedrooms. As Lucky grabbed her toothbrush, Jordan came in.
"You know Lucky, I'm the lucky one. You have no idea how much you've saved me. Not just now with this
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