He felt troubled and frustrated, and he sought release of these feelings in the privacy of his music. His eyes closed and his breathing grew deeper as he focused on the sensations in his hands. His fingers moved of their own volition, without thought. They gently loved the instrument, caressing the strings, squeezing them tightly then releasing them, his fingertips dancing over the frets to cause the silver strands to vibrate at the rate he desired. The music that came out of this communication between man and guitar would never be heard by another soul. It was his alone. It was a song of yearning, but even he could not name it as such. He just knew the music was him at that particular moment in time.
He stopped, slightly dazed, when the door opened and Caroline walked in. “I knew I would find you here,” she said indulgently. She placed a white paper bag on the table. “The others will be back in a moment. Now unplug, eat, and get changed.”
Darcy looked at her, his eyes expressing the gratitude his words never would. “Thank you, Caro,” he said simply.
With a nod, Caroline left the room, satisfied.
It was twenty minutes after one when Darcy walked into the office area. He was wearing skintight black leather pants, a loose white linen shirt that was left mostly unbuttoned, and boots. “Where’s Charles?” he asked, looking around.
Caroline could just see the edge of the tattoo on his left breast. “You are wearing a shirt?”
“Are you disappointed?”
“I’m heartbroken.”
Darcy’s eyes expressed annoyance. “Caroline.” She grinned when he used her full name. “Despite what you and every other woman in this building thinks, I do not go shirtless for your viewing pleasure.”
Caroline tilted her head skeptically and folded her arms across her chest.
“It’s very hot under the stage lights and I hate having anything binding my arms when I play,” he said in a low tone that was not to be challenged.
Caroline resisted the urge to comment on the fact that Darcy didn’t seem to mind having anything on his arms when he was rehearsing and moved on. “Sorry, Darcy. Charles is probably watching the video shoot.”
Darcy regarded her carefully and then shut the office door. “What do you think of them?”
She had been expecting the question. She valued her role as Darcy’s confidant and made a rule of being prepared for anything he might ask. “LBS?” she shrugged indifferently. “I like them. I mean, they are green and a little young—”
“They’re our age,” he disagreed calmly.
“You know what I mean. Jane invited us for Sunday dinner, for goodness sakes,” she grinned and shook her head. “Still, they’re smart and professional. I haven’t had a single complaint from them. They aren’t whiny divas or anything. You can’t know until we are on the road, but I think they’re going to work out.”
“Have you been watching them?” he asked softly.
“Oh yeah.”
“Are they clean?”
Caroline nodded. “Cleaner than we are, at least,” she shrugged.
“What about Charles? He’s all over them.”
“I wish I could tell you that it’s just Charles being friendly.”
“What about Jane?”
Caroline sighed. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know what we can do about it. Just have to hope…” Her voice trailed off, leaving all her worries unspoken. “Frankly, I’m surprised. She’s not really his type. He usually goes for high- maintenance exotics.”
“Don’t remind me,” Darcy frowned, tiredly. “All right, we need to get going.”
“Have a great time. I’m not coming,” Caroline said simply.
“Why not?” Darcy asked suspiciously.
“Faust just called from Austin. It seems one of the big lighting boards has gone missing.”
“Do we have a backup?”
“Of course. But Faust is really hoping we can still find it. According to him, the house manager down there couldn’t find his asshole with a flashlight.”
“Faust would never say that.”
“He didn’t, but that was the general message,” Caroline shrugged. “If we have to use the backup board he will be up all night programming it. The backup board belongs to the house and our software won’t talk to it. I need to stay here and man the fort.”
“Will you have to fly down early? Should I cancel
“No, Faust can handle it. My going down a day early won’t help anything, and I need to stay here and make sure you do what you’re supposed to,” she added with a meaningful look.
The phone rang. Darcy knew who it was and was moving toward the doorway even as she hung up. “That was Rebecca. They are waiting for you out front.”
“Bye, Caro,” he sulked as he left the room.
Caroline grinned privately to herself as she went back to work.
Elizabeth looked at her bags. They looked disturbingly small, considering how long she was going to be away from home. Her personal belongings had been packed into two suitcases and a carry-on that she would be living out of for the next three months.
Her costumes and instruments were already packed on the plane. Her beloved guitars had been taken from her arms and were now part of the Grind Tour freight. It bothered her to not have her babies where she could see them. She longed to hold her Taylor acoustic. It would soothe her nerves to play it.
Although she knew she should be trying to sleep, Elizabeth was simply too unsettled to lie down. Every day this week had brought completely new experiences to her; at times it had been overwhelming. The long train ride home each day had been her time to examine and process her thoughts and calm herself. Jane and Charlotte had seemed to understand, sitting quietly on the train beside her.
But today had been different. Perhaps it was the performance for Slurry or the video shoot, but today the train ride had not been enough to quiet her mind. She was a wild mixture of emotions inside: excitement and pleasure being periodically dampened by a swirl of fear, worry, and anger.
A hiss escaped from her chest as she remembered again her conversation with Darcy.
Jane entered the room through the open door, sat on the bed, and said in a singsong voice, “I know what you’re thinking.”
Elizabeth exhaled in an annoyed snort, then grinned. She was grateful that Jane understood her so well. “What did I ever do to him?” she asked with genuine curiosity mixed with the annoyance in her voice.
Jane shrugged. “Charles said he is just uncomfortable around strangers,” she replied kindly as her hand absently played with her hair.
Elizabeth let go of her anger and switched tracks in her mind. She smiled at Jane. “You and Charles seem to be spending quite a bit of time together. Tell me about him.”
Jane’s forehead creased in thought. “You have been there every time we’ve met,” she paused, and then grinned, “except the first time.”
“And when you two picked up lunch for everyone on Wednesday, and the tour of the studio he gave you on Tuesday, and…”
“All right!” Jane conceded Elizabeth’s point with a smile. “We have been talking, but it’s not like we have been sharing any big secrets. He is just so nice and charming. I really like being around him.”
“And he’s cute,” Elizabeth teased.
“Oh, he’s gorgeous! What do you mean cute?” Jane objected playfully. “Lizzy, he is so beautiful,” she moaned wistfully. “But so far, he has just been friendly around me, that’s all.”
