Rock All Night

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We finally got to SDU at 8:50PM and pulled into the parking lot for Viejas Arena. I was on the verge of hyperventilating, but when we finally turned in, I was okay.

And then he went and parked way out in the middle of nowhere with all the concertgoers.

I stared at him. “Aren’t you going to go park with the tour bus?”

He tied the two bandanas together and looped them over his head and under his jaw like he had a toothache. Then he pulled the cap down on top of it all. “Nope.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

He pulled on the flannel shirt and buttoned it all the way to the top, then removed his sunglasses and tucked them in his shirt pocket. “We’re going in undercover, baby.”

“WHAT?!”

“Do I look like Derek Kane, lead singer of Bigger?”

The flannel shirt covered all his tats, the cap hid his distinctive hair, and the weird-ass bandana arrangement over his ears and jaw totally obscured his face. And Derek Kane never appeared in public without his sunglasses; everybody knew that.

Unless you knew you were looking at Derek Kane, there was no way in hell you could tell it was him.

“No, you look like an alternative rock dork who doesn’t know how to tie a do-rag,” I said.

“Excellent,” he grinned, and got out of the car.

“You’re just going to leave your new car out here in the parking lot?!” I asked, flabbergasted.

“It’s not exactly new.”

I scowled at him. “Okay, you’re going to leave your $95,000 car out here in the parking lot?”

He shrugged. “There’s other expensive cars out here.”

“At least put the top up!”

He finally gave in because I refused to budge until he did.