“Should
we get all naughty out here or hide on the bus to do it?”
I laughed
out loud. The sound bounced from the open ceiling and back
among the amps. His voice joined mine in laughter, and it
echoed through the sound holes of the guitars that waited on
the edge of the stage. I saw motion from the corner of my
eye, and both of us turned to see a security guard peeking
around the corner. Seeing all was well, the uniformed
officer tipped his hat with a knowing smile and disappeared
again.
“The
bus,” Victor and I said in unison.
We
dissolved into giggles as we ran from the stage, down the
narrow stairs. The buses waited in the secure lot, and we
rushed past another security guard who looked at us with
curiosity but didn’t question where we were going. There sat
the long travel coach, flanked by a tractor-trailer full of
equipment, and the bus used by the road crew. All the
vehicles sat with air conditioning humming and engines
purring. A few members of the road crew milled around,
taking their time with their work.
Victor
bounded onto the bus, and I was right behind him. The rush
of cool air felt delicious against my sunburned skin. Victor
swung the door closed and pressed down on the little button
that locked us away from the rest of the world. He pulled
the security shades, then his body was against mine as he
lowered us both to the wide leather couch.
“In a
hurry?” I teased. He answered by grinding against me.
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