“Great name, Lark.We can talk about this later.I have a mountain of drums to take care of before I can get going.I’ll see you in a few.”
“Call me when you leave.And maybe have someone from security walk you out?You never can be too safe.”
“Yes, Mama.I will.See you in a few.”
I ended the call and stashed the phone in my back pocket again.
I jumped as a large body stepped up and grabbed the drum out of my hands.
“Need a hand?”A deep voice intoned.
I sighed.“Keegan, no.I’ve got to handle the drums myself.Please give it back.”
After so many years on the road, I should’ve been used to having to prove my worth to the knuckle-draggers, but it still was so fucking annoying.
“A sweet little girl like you shouldn’t have to lift heavy shit.”
“That’s some misogynist bullshit right there.I’ve had this job for over two years; I’ve been a roadie for almost four years.I asked once nicely.You don’t want me to ask you again.”
Keegan glowered at me through his bushy eyebrows.I would’ve guessed he was frowning, but given his huge beard, it was impossible to tell.
Finally, he grunted something before stomping down the hall away from me and the drum storage room.
I wouldn’t want to be alone in a small space with that dickhead.
“Everything all right?”Harper appeared, and her eyes darted between me and Keegan’s retreating back.
“If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me that today…”
“Something going on I need to know about?”A concerned frown crossed her face.“You know you can bring anything to me, right?No one should be treating you like less than.You’re a valued part of our show.”
“Tell that to Noah,” I muttered as I walked past her and into the storage room.
Harper’s sigh followed me into the room.“I know.I’m going to have a talk with him about it.”
“Don’t worry about it.I’m used to his diva antics.I can handle him.”
“And Keegan?”Harper crossed her arms over her chest, pinning her ever present tablet to her chest.“Is he hassling you?Are you having to ‘handle’ that too?”
I shrugged.Honestly, I didn’t know what the hell that was about.I couldn’t remember the last time I’d talked to Keegan.“Maybe it was his awkward way of flirting?I’m not worried about him.”
“Well, let me know if that changes.And get someone from security to escort you to your car when you leave.”
“Will do.”
“Despite what Noah says, you’re doing a great job.We’re happy to have you on the team.”
“Thanks, Harper.”
She nodded before walking away, already talking into her radio.
I smiled as I situated the equipment.That weird sensation of doom was long gone.Something about Lark’s call and Harper’s compliment made me feel like I was settling in.I’d found my people.
Maybe Vegas was going to be the one place I could finally call home.
Chapter 6
Noah
