Playing with my sister’s head, I smirked and told her, “I can’t wait to see what she picked up for your dress, Maid of Honor.”
Anna flashed a wide grin, happy that I’d given her the top spot in my bridal party. Then her face fell. “Holy shit! She wouldn’t . . .” I kept my gaze level and my smile even. Yeah, she would. Holding her belly, Anna sprang from the table and shuffled her way toward the back of the bus, surely to go inform our mother that there was no way in hell she was wearing anything with taffeta.
With practiced ease, the crew traveling with the bands sets up the stage. Unlike Justin’s tour, the “talent” didn’t help with the equipment. They didn’t really need to; there were more than enough people around to take care of it. After a brief sound check, Sienna, Holeshot, and the D-Bags spent an hour or so with the fans doing a very formal type of meet-and-greet. While the majority of the fans won the right to meet Sienna and the boys, some of the uberSienna fans had actually purchased the VIP treatment. As always, Tory and Sienna’s bodyguards were on hand to help corral the crowd of nearly hyperventilating devotees. Our necks adorned with our All Access passes, my sister and I waited in the room buzzing with expectant energy.
Tory was laying down the ground rules for the fans—no one was allowed to hug the band members, and everyone only had ten to fifteen seconds per person before they would be forcefully moved on down the line. It was all so mechanical, like a rock-star assembly line. Kellan’s attentiveness to his fans had bothered me at one point, but it was preferable to the standoffishness being presented here—Look but don’t touch was practically being shouted from the rafters.
But it didn’t really matter what Kellan’s wishes were. This was Sienna’s show, and Sienna’s rules, and she preferred a little space between her and her admirers. Made me wonder if she’d had some bad run-ins in the past. Probably. Idly, I wondered if Kellan would attract a few crazies. Thinking of Candy and Joey, I considered the fact that maybe he already had.
There was an electric buzz in the large, rectangular room as the fans waited for their moment in the sun with the rock stars. Sitting on chairs in the corner of the room, Anna and I scanned the bizarre festivities with amused smiles. Knowing the people that were being adulated was surreal. As always, there were a lot of D-Bags fans in the bunch; I could tell by their shirts. Unfortunately, there were also several people wearing Kell-Sex shirts. The Kellan/Sienna supporters had started springing up everywhere recently. There were huge banners at every show now, and even fan-made montages of them online. While artistically beautiful, I hated those damn videos.
Blinking in disbelief, I stared at a Kell-Sex fan in front of me who was holding a pair of underwear. Was she really going to ask Kellan to sign her skivvies? Then I noticed what was on the underwear and my mouth fell to my chest. “Oh my God, Anna”—I indicated the young girl showing the panties to her friend—“check those out.”
Anna looked over and started laughing. Some forward thinking woman had embroidered a pair of lacey briefs with the letters KK on the front, and the words Rock God on the back. Laughing into my hand, I imagined wearing those for Kellan. He would flip out . . . in a good way.
Anna must have been thinking the same thing. Working her way to her feet, she sniggered, “I have to have those.” She sauntered up to the girl and flashed her pass. Then she said something and jerked her thumb back at me. The fan started hopping up and down on her feet, and immediately tossed Anna the underwear. She and her friend were squealing when Anna walked away.
“What did you promise them?” I asked, knowing full well it involved me somehow.
Handing me the underwear, Anna crooked a Kellan-worthy smile. “That you were Kellan’s personal assistant, and you would get them a private meeting if they handed over the goods.”
I rolled my eyes at her. How was I supposed to do that? Tory was all over getting the fans into and out of the building as quickly as possible. She’d never let one stay behind for a private get together. Grinning at the fabric in my hands, I decided I would find a way, even if I had to seriously piss off Tory. These panties were too freaking awesome to not give the girl something in return.