Superstar by Roslyn Hardy Holcomb

their choreographer. Kwai had always been a better dancer
than Sioux. Her new show was very dance heavy. Sioux couldn’t wait
to see it.
    I was terrified. Wish you were there
too.
    Did u nail our fave Guitar Geek yet?
    Heat flooded Sioux’s face. She’d forgotten
the nickname they’d stuck on Thad years ago.
    Don’t call him that.
    Why? Have you seen him naked yet?
    Sioux rolled her eyes. Kwai was obnoxious
even in text messages.
    WTF are u talking about?
    Please. It’s obvious there’s something
between U2.
    Obvious to who? Sioux asked.
    Everybody who’s ever seen
U2 together. So come on. Give up the deets. Kwai insisted.
    How do you know there are deets?
    Who tried to drown me in the pool when we
were three? I know you.
    Sioux gave up. Kwai had known her since they
were in diapers. Keeping secrets from her was damned near
impossible.
    He turned me down.
    WTF? Is he gay? The
lightning fast response made Sioux smile. It was great to have
loyal friends.
    No, just not interested.
    Not possible. Kwai
texted back.
    Sioux’s smile evolved into a soft
chuckle.
    K, I think he’s interested, but for some
reason he turned me down.
    That’s strange. Did you ask why?
    He said it’s because we’re
on tour. Sioux replied
    I would think you’d be fucking because
you’re on tour. Isn’t that how it works?
    Apparently not in his world.
    He’s such a geek, but it’s kinda sweet.
    What? Sioux asked.
Kwai’s thoughts were rarely linear.
    I mean, I think he’s got it for you.
    Got what?
    You know,
feelings .
    Sioux rolled her eyes as though Kwai could
see the gesture.
    That makes perfect sense. He doesn’t want to
sleep with me because he has feelings.
    If he has feelings he
might not want to sleep with you because he wants you to have
feelings too. Kwai
insisted .
    That’s fucked up. Look I gotta go. Need to
let Mama know I’m still alive and get something to eat.
    K I’m back to rehearsals. This shit is
brutal.
     
    Sioux finished her conversation with her
friend then sent a quick text to her mother. She didn’t expect a
response. Her mama wasn’t big on texting and would probably call
later in the day, as was her habit. Thad rolled over on the bed as
she finished her last text.
    “What time is it?”
    “Nearly nine. Breakfast should be here
soon.”
    “Great, I’m starved.” He pulled back the
covers and walked into the bathroom. Though he was more than
adequately covered in a faded gray vintage Storm Crow t-shirt and
low riding pajama bottoms, something about the way the man moved
made her want nothing more than a long slow bout of morning sex
followed by a huge breakfast. Apparently she was going to have to
settle for just one of those. Just as he returned there was a knock
announcing room service. Sioux listened as Thad answered the door
of his suite. She climbed out of the bed and walked into the living
room as the waiter was leaving. Thad was removing the covers from a
huge breakfast.
    “To look at you I’d never think you’d eat
that much.”
    “I’m a growing boy. Besides, you know I got
enough for you too,” he said.
    They sat down and Sioux tucked into a
delicious vegetarian omelet while Thad began eating sausage, eggs
and pancakes.
    “I didn’t know you were a vegetarian. I was
surprised by your order last night.”
    “I’m not, but I have to watch what I eat
when I tour. I tend to gain weight.”
    “The way you girls danced onstage I can’t
believe you didn’t burn all that off.”
    “You’ve been to our shows?” Sioux asked,
surprised. He would never have pegged him as a Honeychile fan.
    “A few times. You were amazing.”
    “Thanks. The hours are so crazy and
sometimes I’m too nervous to eat before a show, then afterwards I
would be ravenous. Late night eating is awful for my
metabolism.”
    He nodded. “Yeah. I can see that.”
    They ate the rest of their meal while mostly
talking about the tour schedule. They had two more shows in Toronto
with Chicago as their next stop. Sioux