Page 38 of A Little Christmas! 4: Song
“He sure did,” Mark said, holding out his hand. “I’m Mark, and this is Decon and Ajay.”
“Great to finally meet you guys,” Max replied as he shook hands with them.
“Dude, I was so embarrassed when I found out you’d seen what happened in the club with me and Carson at the end of our last set together,” Decon admitted, his smile having given way to red-faced humiliation as he shook Max’s hand.
It was clear that the moment still haunted him, but Song had to hand it to his longtime friend and bandmate for the way he’d doubled up on his meetings after that and worked harder to pourhis feelings into the lyrics he’d been working on, instead of a fist to someone’s face.
“Shit, I’d have been worried if one of you didn’t try to beat his ass for the shit he pulled,” Max said. “What that showed me was that you were passionate about your music, your stage presence, and the experience you gave to the fans. You’ve got nothing to apologize for in that regard. What I saw from the rest of you that night piqued my interest, despite your former singer’s bullshit. All I care about right now is the show you treated me and everyone else to tonight. You blew those people away, and you blew me away. I’d be proud to take you guys on if you are looking for management. I don’t want you to decide right now. You take your time, seriously sit down and talk about it and where you want to see your careers go, and then you get back to me after the holidays.”
“Whoa,” Song breathed.
“Seriously?” Decon squeaked, voice rising to an octave level Song didn’t even know he could hit. “Like, seriously, seriously?”
“I am always serious when it comes to music,” Max replied.
“Holy shit,” Mark muttered.
“Crimson Liability is made up of a bunch of young guys just like you. They’re looking to cut their first EP next year and will be upping their bookings in and around the Baltimore area. They’re not looking to take their music on the road at this point, but they would like to expand their bookings to surrounding states, and I’d love to be able to book you with them if that’s something you’d like to do.”
“Oh man, we will definitely sit down and talk about it and what it would look like for us since me and Decon have day jobs in addition to the band,” Mark said.
“Good deal,” Max replied. “Song, you still have my card, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright then. I’ll let you guys enjoy the rest of your night, and I’ll look forward to hearing from you after the holidays,” Max said, and with a wave as he took his leave from the backstage area.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Decon declared, dancing around like his ass was on fire. “Did that really happen?”
“I think it really did,” Mark replied, standing there looking stunned.
“It did,” Song replied as he hurled himself into his daddy’s arms. “Thank you for calling him.”
Daddy held him tight, despite his sweaty clothes and how stinky he probably was after playing. “You guys deserved a second chance. You never have to thank me for making sure you get what you’re due. That’s part of me looking out for you.”
Melting into his embrace, Song felt himself being lifted and wrapped his legs around his Daddy’s waist.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you, little one,” Daddy murmured in his ear. “Are you ready to celebrate?”
“Can we have a private celebration tonight?” Song asked, keyed up and aching to cling to his Daddy without all the clothing between them.
“We can have any kind of celebration you’d like.”
“Even a naked one.”
“Even that.”
Chapter 15
(Cooper)
“Fuck, more!” Song snarled as someone’s foot hit the back of Cooper’s seat. “Stop teasing me and suck me!”
Gage twisted around and groaned, hand moving to the front of his jeans, while Cooper just tried to get them back to the hotel in one piece.
Song’s moan was accompanied by low, slurping sounds. “Yeah, just like that.”
“Zachy, you better have that seatbelt on,” Cooper hissed, though there was no heat to his voice as he found the entrance to the hotel garage and guided the SUV in, pausing to collect their timestamped pass along the way.