December 3, 2006
The show was over for the night; they’d kicked ass — for a change, so Mitchell hadn’t worried much when their tour manager had asked him to be fast about showering so they could have a few quick words. He’d been expecting to hear that JR, the band’s manager, had set up a headlining tour. Instead, he came back to the dressing room with the next-best news he could think of.
“Guys, get this,” he said with one of those grins that should have told them trouble was ahead. “Charlie just told me that Jim Shields changed the schedule.”
“Again?” Eric groaned. He was bent over, tying his Doc Martens; his voice was muffled.
“Yeah, but this is good. He wants to take three days off after the Phoenix gig so he can go explore some of the power centers and shit in Sedona. As his opening act, we get three days off!”
“Power centers?” Eric arched an eyebrow.
“I heard his dick could use some energy,” Trevor said. He was laying on his back on the couch the promoter had brought in, one foot on the floor, the other flung over the back of the couch. Mitchell wasn’t entirely certain what he was doing with his hands — or why there weren’t any girls around. They were ShapeShifter; there were always girls around.
“Three days off,” Mitchell said again. “Hello? Three days.”
Daniel grinned at him. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
It still seemed too good to be true. “A place that’s warm enough for an outdoor pool and three days with nothing to do but have us some fun? Fuck yeah, I’m thinking what you are!”
“Outdoor pool?” Trevor asked. He propped himself up on his elbows and gave Mitchell one of those looks that meant he was plotting something.
Mitchell didn’t know his grin could get any bigger, but somehow, it did. “I told Charlie to make sure the hotel has all-night lighting out there and they know where to direct the pizza delivery guys. I, for one, am not leaving unless the cops make me. And even then, I’ll be back!”
Daniel laughed. “I’m right there with you, bro.”
“Eric? Trev?” Mitchell looked at them. As if they’d miss this.
The bigger question was who’d remember it.
cheesygiraffe
December 3, 2006 4:44 pm
My favorite paragraph:br /”I heard his dick could use some energy,” Trevor said. He was laying on his back on the couch the promoter had brought in, one foot on the floor, the other flung over the back of the couch. Mitchell wasn’t entirely certain what he was doing with his hands — or why there weren’t any girls around. They were ShapeShifter; there were always girls around.br /br /What was Trev doing with his hands? LOL
Susan Helene Gottfried
December 3, 2006 5:31 pm
Thanks, cheese!br /br /And what do YOU think Trev was doing with his hands? *grin*
Lauren
December 3, 2006 6:28 pm
Nice excerpt! Is tomorrow starting green hair week? :)br /br /Ok, so being the complete nerd that I am I’m excited to see you using labels! Does blogger have some functionality you can add to make this easy to do? Once you get more of them, don’t forget to put them on your side nav!! 🙂
Susan Helene Gottfried
December 3, 2006 6:48 pm
Uhh… no. This IS the start of Green Hair week! 😀
Lswriter
December 3, 2006 8:46 pm
You’re just a tease, aren’t you, Susan?br /br /But I think I’m going to be right about the chlorine. 😀 Poor Mitchell …
Susan Helene Gottfried
December 3, 2006 8:56 pm
Yep, I’m a horrible tease. Proud of it, too! *grin*br /br /Chlorine? Turns a blonde head green? Really? I did not know that. I was going for algae, myself… *whistles innocently*
cheesygiraffe
December 3, 2006 10:03 pm
Oh I know what Trev was doing with his hands. I just want to see pics. LOL
musie
December 4, 2006 1:08 pm
chlorine? algae? how boring..i thought it’d be green hair dye in the shampoo bottle…NOT. LOLbr /br /I think cheesy was there she was just invisible and manipulating Trevor’s hands.br /br /Wheeeeeeeeeee Green Hair Week begins…