Defiled and their entourage, but crewmembers, and the other people on the tour. I found myself engrossed in the details, down to the minute scheduling and contingencies for everything.
Most of the time I'd spent with the band was relatively private, away from the small army that was crisscrossing the country with them, the massive machine that made everything run as smoothly as possible. And doing her best to keep it all going was Becca. Stepping in after the death of the band's longtime manager was a huge job. Of course, she wasn't technically in charge like Ryan had been, but she was the one on the road, the one the guys trusted. The pressure had to be crushing, and she never seemed fazed by it.
I was so busy being impressed that I didn't notice Becca had ended her phone call and was sitting across from me silently. "Oh, sorry," I blathered. "Hope this wasn't secret stuff."
She grinned. "I don't leave secret stuff sitting out. Actually, help yourself to a copy if you want. I'll be sending one electronically to everyone but feel free to take one of those."
"Thanks."
"Sure." She looked down at her laptop for a second and then returned her attention to me. "So, here's where things are. I got the doctor who saw you at the hospital to recommend someone to come here and do a quick follow-up appointment before soundcheck."
"But I'm fine."
She held up a hand. "I know, but it's an insurance thing. The label wouldn't sign off and your company agreed, until you got a clean bill of health."
I sighed. "Okay."
"Don't worry, it shouldn't take long. On the meantime, I'm going to get on a call with New York and LA. so we can go over everything. After that you should have time to talk to your team. I just got copied on a message about your new camera operator so I can get him credentialed, he's going to meet us in the next city. There wasn't time to get anyone here for tonight's show."
"That's okay, I'm sure. I'll talk to my boss, see what we can do. I'm okay with a camera, I mean… that is if the guys are okay with it."
She nodded and looked down at her screen quickly. "Yeah, I've got some time scheduled after soundcheck. If you can keep Dex away from the booze long enough, you should be able to get something out of them." She smiled softly as she said his name, softening the hint of exasperation in her voice.
"Wow, thanks." I fussed with the hem of my t-shirt. "You've been working so hard, I feel bad for spending most of the last day asleep."
"Don't worry about it. It's not any extra work for me. Besides, I'm happy to do it." She got up and walked around the table, then dropped into the chair next to me. "Listen, Ellie. I like you and I like working with you. It wasn't that long ago that I was an outsider here, too. It's hard, but keep doing what you're doing, being honest and being yourself. I'm confident everything will work out."
I was so touched I couldn't think of anything to say. I'd pretty much made this girl's life way more difficult and she was consoling me? Damn, she was good at her job. I could see why the guys trusted her so much, and how they could depend on her to go above and beyond the job. And, I thought, she'd have done the same even if she wasn't in love with Dex. This faithfulness and kind efficiency was part of who she was.
"Um, thank you, Becca." I patted her hand awkwardly. "Thanks a lot."
She smiled. "Don't thank me yet. We've got a really boring conference call to look forward to. You might be cursing me in a few minutes."
We shared a laugh and then got to work.
Five
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of conversations. Some of it mind-numbingly boring, just as Becca had promised, but all of it productive. By the time I got off the phone with my bosses at HSTV I was yearning to head to the stadium to talk to the band. Even Rick's glares sounded like fun. Anything was better than sitting in a windowless room talking into a speakerphone.
The doctor who came to my hotel room was miraculously quick