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it a little. It felt so reassuring here in his arms.
    He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear but didn’t move any closer.
    “ Hannah, don't fall asleep,” he said, shaking me slightly. “We will leave now so you can sleep.”
    I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

Chapter 6.          Angie
    “ Are you sure you've got everything you need? Should I get some water? Are you right for drinks?”
    I walked into the band room and grabbed the empty glasses to take back to the bar. Eric reached out and grabbed my arm.
    “ Sit down and relax, Angie. You're stressing us out.”
    “ Really? But I'm your manager. Well, acting manager. I've got to do this right. Now, is everything tuned? Spud, is your kit ready to go? And Jack, get your boots off the table.”
    I could see Jack roll his eyes but I was in charge of these guys tonight and nothing would go wrong. Nothing. I didn't want to be known as Angie, the crapola stand-in manager.
    “ And remember you have to say, 'this song's for Angie' before you do your finale, right. You can ad-lib that bit if you want and add in beautiful or charming or―”
    “ Bossy,” said Spud. “This song's for Angie, the bossy boots chick who won't shut up. But if you really do want to do something, you can get me a beer from the bar.”
    “ Okay, Jack? Eric?”
    Neither of them wanted anything.
    I pushed my way through to the bar. The guys were headlining tonight and the crowd had really come out to support them. They were being talked of as being THE band to watch, the up and coming stars on the local circuit. They'd only get bigger too. People wanted to be able to say, '“ saw them back when…” but “back when” had already been and gone.
    I’d checked the song plays on Spotify before I came out. If a label didn’t sign these guys soon, they’d have to be stupid. Or maybe the guys could just do it all themselves. Who needed a big company backing you nowadays when most people just bought their music straight from the net?
    The support band was okay. They had a bit of a country thing going on, nothing too cheesy, just a bit of an edge. Chick guitarist with a short skirt and legs that stretched forever. She wasn't just there for looks either. She really knew how to play. The lead singer was a bit of a dork but in a cute way.
    I grabbed a beer from the barman and pushed back through the room.
    A couple of chicks were hanging around the band room door.
    “ Whoa. Watch it there. No chicks back stage before the gig. Move along now. Keep moving.”
    “ How come you're going back there then?”
    “ I'm the manager. You are distractions, so shoo.”
    They walked off slowly, keeping an eye on me but my glacier stare deterred them.
    “ Shoo… go on, scat.” I shooed them off with my hand. This was work not a playground for their sexual fantasies.
    I walked in and handed the beer to Spud.
    “ Better make that your last one before you go on stage. No point you getting silly.”
    I folded my arms, searching the room for anything else that needed doing.
    “ Hey, Angie,” Jack said with a slow drawl, “you got sandwiches packed for us?”
    “ Huh?” Was I supposed to have sandwiches? No one told me I needed to make sandwiches. Shit, I'd tried to think of everything but I'd failed. This was too much for me.
    Jack's face bloomed in a wry smile.
    “ I figured since you are acting like a mother hen, you'd have packed us a lunch as well.”
    Damn, they were teasing me.
    The support band finished up their last song and Jack paced the tiny room. I figured it was better to sit quietly and let them get on with it. It wouldn't be long and they'd be up on stage and I could relax, knowing there was no more I could do. The band room was one of the worst I’d ever been in. Not only was it small and stuffy and cluttered, it had the smelliest couches for us to sit on. Weird stains covered the wooden walls, seeping through the print on the posters and stickers covering it. I