In regards to Winston, I only told Jagger that he dropped by looking for him. I didn’t want to say more. I didn’t want to spoil the mood. This wasn’t the Family Feud but the survey said Winston didn’t like me.
We were driven to a seafood restaurant called Providence in downtown L.A. and located on Melrose Avenue. We were escorted to a private room where the others were waiting for us. I could tell they hadn’t been there long. There were two chairs available at the table for us.
I got a warm welcome from his manager Glynn. I was taken aback by his hug. He murmured in my ear. “I’m so glad you could make it. I believed you helped save our Jag.”
I knew what he meant but I couldn’t take any credit for Jagger’s sobriety. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say. I smiled in place of words and took my seat, the chair Jagger pulled out for me. I was introduced to the rest of the band and the other guests. I made a mental note to especially remember the band’s names. There was Winston Kingsley, who acted anything but kingly. I labeled him the rude Black one. He wasn’t feeling me and the feeling was mutual. Colin Grant was the short one with the icy blonde hair. By short, I meant he was only about five-ten. Archie Buckingham was the one with the red hair and freckles. He resembled the professional boxer, Canelo Alvarez.
These were young men and not normally the type to intimidate me. But I knew how much they meant to Jagger. These guys were his brothers. They were his family no matter how many times he claimed he was alone and didn’t have any family. Jagger looked out for them. He didn’t have to be in this band. He could have a successful solo career but he was holding on to them because they were his ride or die crew. He wanted to make sure they were good. This was some of what made me love him, his loyalty, his integrity and his fierce need to be a protector.
I was having a fantastic night. It wasn’t awkward the way I thought it would be. Jagger was right again. I’d worried for no reason. I don’t think anyone knew I was as old as I am. Of course, Winston knew my age but none of it really mattered. These people were different. They weren’t judgmental and I found being around them stress-free and entertaining. Conversation flowed and even the heated topics were laughed off.
The ride back to the hotel was only about fifteen minutes. We rode back with Winston, Archie, Erma the wardrobe stylist, Tazz the head choreographer and Big Charlie the bodyguard. Erma was an older White lady over fifty with a gorgeous purple and gray Mohawk. Tazz was an androgynous gay man that looked like a supermodel. Big Charlie was a Black bulky man with a reddish skin tone. He didn’t talk much but he carried a gun under his jacket. He made me feel safe. The stories Jagger shared with me about the fans scared the shit out of me.
Since we stayed out late Jagger decided to let me sleep without the intrusion of his giant penis. He woke me sometime in the middle of the night for sex. At least I got a couple of hours of sleep before I felt him poking and probing deep inside me.
We both slept in late. The band didn’t have any television interviews or radio shows they had to attend. The day was free and clear for us to be together. I was happy we had time alone. We had a late breakfast that was prepared by someone unknown. I didn’t ask many questions about this house or the staff. I just wanted to go with the flow. Jagger’s actual birthday was tomorrow. But it looked like we all would be celebrating it tonight at the release party.
The weather was in the low seventies so we had brunch on the terrace. We had a lot of fruit and the basic staples for a hearty breakfast and lunch. So basically we were having brunch.
“So about tonight.” He said with chunk of orange in his mouth.
“Yeah.”
“I’m required to stay and mingle. I’m supposed to appear surprised when a huge birthday cake with sparklers is wheeled out in the center of the room. It’s all a big show but there will be a lot of people there. I want to give you the heads up. You don’t have to worry about a dress. My assistant picked up about twelve options. You can pick from them. I think he has a handle on your style. He’s not an actual stylist but he’s good with clothes. He’s going to drop the dresses off a little later with shoes then he’s off for the night. You will probably see him with his boyfriend at the release party. He has an invite with a plus one. Also, the paparazzi got a few shots of you leaving Providence last night, nothing to be concerned with. We all left in a group. Your face isn’t showing much in any of the photos. Nothing to really be concerned about but I wanted you to know. Here in Cali, the paps are every fucking where. Literally, it’s rather bloody invasive. Am I alarming you?”
His smile disarmed me. He had a real knack for delivering bad news with an upbeat flair.
“I’m not alarmed.”
“Good, love. You shouldn’t be. I’m there with you always.”
Now it was time for me to shoot my shot. “Do we have
