Chasing the Music: For the Love of Music Book 0.5 Read Free

the one after that...” Bridget pushed open the back door. “But I promise the tour schedule is pretty tame compared to what you’ve done in the past.”
    Lita drank a long sip of her iced coffee and strutted toward the car in her four-inch heeled boots. Only a few more hours of chaos and she might be able to find some time to sleep.
     
     
    Lita paced the room in heels while she grasped her phone. She’d have loved to flop in bed, but walking helped her keep up the energy she needed to maintain her image while being asked all the same questions about her new music and the tour and her mom...
    “So, we’ve been hearing rumors about you and a certain actor,” the DJ said in a lowered, suggestive voice.
    “What actor would that be?” she cooed back as her jaw clenched. This topic was supposed to be off-limits.
    Bridget snorted as she tried not to laugh and Lita threw her a look. Not helpful. She already knew she was putting on a show; she didn’t need to be reminded of that in the middle of the mess.
    “Rhymes with handler…”
    Lita dropped her voice to match the rough, sexy voice she was known for, even though half the time she felt like an idiot for doing it. “And how would you know about the way he handles me?”
    “Oh-oh!” The DJ laughed. “So, is that an admission then?”
    Lita pointed at the phone and mouthed to Bridget. “They’re not supposed to ask me about him. That was in the pre-interview statement!”
    Bridget frowned. “We won’t accept an interview with them next time. Sorry,” she whispered.
    But Lita was live, so all she could do was continue.
    “And who said I was only interested in guys?” The words flew out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Hell. This could work to her advantage, or go really, really wrong. So Lita laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be asking me about music?” She scrambled for his name and Bridget tapped the paper. Lita squinted. “Brett?”
    “The new album. Yeah. Self-titled album means you’ve made it, right?”
    Made it? What did that even mean? She had no idea anymore. How did she answer? What was she supposed to say to show him that she was the Lita James? “Damn straight.”
    The words fell thick and heavy from her tongue. Lies. There was no such thing as “made it”.
    “And how do you feel about this album following IRREVERENT, which is a platinum selling, Grammy award winning album? Does that add pressure?”
    Yes, and I’m scared shitless. “I really just can’t wait to get on the road,” she lied.
    “Anything else you wanna say before we sign off?”
    “Thanks for fooling around with me today,” she said, tossing his suggestive voice back at him.
    “Oh, wait. One last question. Promise. What’s your favorite part of going on tour?”
    Being on the bus where I’m mostly left alone. “Getting to meet fans before the show. For sure.”
    Bridget gave her two thumbs up.
    “That’s seriously the best part, so hopefully I’ll see a lot of you out there!”
    The DJ signed off the air and Lita exchanged a few more random words with him as the exhaustion of keeping up “Lita James” wore on her. She did the quick plug for the radio station and the second the call ended, she flopped on the bed. As soon as her body started to relax, she jerked in a shiver. Air conditioning sucked. She was always cold. At least the interviews were done. All of them. Well...for that day.
    Two knocks on her bedroom door were followed quickly by Dave. “How did it go?” he asked.
    “Where have you been?” Bridget snapped back. “You’re normally around for some of this.”
    “Schedule.”
    “You’re the tour manager.” Bridget folded her arms.
    “It’s fine,” Lita said from under her pile of blankets. “Just… Can someone turn up the heat in here?”
    “Are you serious?” Bridget asked.
    Lita rolled, dragging the down comforter with her. “Of course I’m serious.” She knew she was acting like a child, but anyone would