European Tour (Rocking the Pop Star Book 1) Read Free

to wear a monkey suit every damn working day for a pop star…or her mother.
    He should dress to be comfortable. And fashion-forward , Sky writes.
    I think I’m going to like working for this girl. Take that David and Mama Samuelson! “Then it’s settled.”
    Sky nods, her green eyes twinkling merrily.
    “If you don’t have plans for this afternoon,” Mrs. Samuelson says, “you may ride with us to Sky’s home so you can meet her current P.A., Amber. You’ll begin training immediately. Amber is in her last trimester of pregnancy and has been advised against traveling abroad. None of the recent applicants from the agency where we got her are a good fit. That is why we came to your establishment.”
    “You won’t be disappointed,” I say. The deal now done, I’m exceedingly thankful that I won’t be idle this summer. Perhaps working for a pop star won’t be so bad after all. It seems Sky’s mother has kept her on a short leash, which means I won’t have all the acting out and potential drug use to deal with. Lord knows I can’t be around that shit anymore.

    DAY ONE
    “Here.” I hold out a steaming mug of my special tea recipe to Sky. I swallow hard, my breath heavy in my chest.
    My first official act as her new P.A. is to offer the new boss what Kim always called our “miracle throat remedy.” Oddly enough, I feel somewhat guilty serving it up to a girl I barely know. It seems too intimate somehow.
    “Drink it,” I encourage her. “It should have your throat feeling better in no time.”
    Sky wears a dubious frown, but she accepts the mug and takes a sip. She frowns even harder and grabs her pad and pen.
    You’re evil, Brody!
    I laugh. “Hey, it is rather disgusting, but I bet once your throat starts feeling better in a minute, you’ll want to drink these before and after every practice and performance.”
    Kim and I used to drink this stuff like water when we had to perform every few days, and sometimes four times a week. If only we’d stuck to just this organic remedy and not moved on to harder things.
    Sky shudders and sets the cup on the edge of my desk. Then she peruses the set list I just printed out for her. It has all the songs she plans to sing at the birthday concert that’ll kick off her tour.
    She makes notes on the copy—rearranges songs, strikes out two and adds replacements—then hands it back to me. She sips tea. I make the changes.
    Amber had only spent an hour or so with me to review my most pressing tasks before taking off for a doctor’s appointment. She’ll be back in the morning, supposedly. I have a week to get a handle on my new job before we take to the skies. Sky’s entourage is double the size of The Savages’s, but then again, rock bands don’t need the extra fluff. That train of thought reminds me that I need to take care of the concert staging and soon.
    “Amber says we still need to send a team over to set up the Staples Center in a couple of days,” I say. “I know it’s a birthday theme, but I’ll need a few additional details. What is this, your eighteenth birthday?”
    Sky collapses in a fit of giggles. I can’t, for the life of me, understand what I said that is so damn funny.
    Wiping away her tears of laughter, she grabs her pad and scribbles another message.
    Guess again! I’ll be 21.
    Fuck! I’m either bad at guessing ages, or she’s the youngest-looking soon-to-be-twenty-one-year-old, ever. I don’t even want to think about how many groupies I’ve slept with who may have lied about their ages and I was clueless.
    She writes more.
    I suppose people don’t realize I grew up in the business. I worked on Savvy Teen, a popular teen variety show until I was 13, and cut my first album at 15.
    “I remember that show. A lot of young Hollywood insiders got their start there, right?”
    Sky nods vigorously.
    With some quick mental math, I determine Skylar had been just starting out when The Savages were at their zenith. Kim and I were already strung