sure.
"What about Robin?" Darius was a team player. He looked over at the quiet guy and wanted to be clear that he didn't want the guy to be cut out.
Robin was the true writer, the real talent.
Robin looked uncomfortably over at Josh. "I can't go. Stuff to do here," his voice trailed off.
"But they are mostly your songs," the guitar player argued.
Robin looked away and blushed. "We can email back and forth." His eyes darted back to Josh who was carefully studying his water bottle not saying anything.
Angel asked as if he didn't already know the answer, "High speed internet at the resort, Tommy?"
Tommy answered quickly, "Of course."
Darius sighed and sank deeper into the faux leather couch as Angel moved a touch closer to him.
Angel gave him a smile that said that all excuses were eliminated.
Darius was all out of arguments. Angel's eyes twinkled as he pushed the idea. "No distractions. Bali."
Dusty's barked out a laugh. "Right, no distractions." But he shut his mouth when Angel's head turned to stare him down with an evil look.
Angel smiled as he turned back to him. "Bali." That one word said it all.
Without being able to help himself, he grinned back at the beautiful singer. "Bali." Then after a moment's thought he warned, "But I want to see more than just the villa."
Angel gave him his famous crooked smile as if he wasn't single minded when it came to the music. "There are Hindi Temple dances in the evenings, beaches a short drive away, and a monkey forest." As if on cue, Tommy opened his green sack he always had slung over his shoulder and pulled out a Bali guidebook. Darius snagged it to flip through the pages. It did look a lot like paradise.
Angel tilted his head and asked the main question. "You in?"
He shrugged. What was he going to say? What could he say? He wanted to go. He wanted to write songs with Angel and to see Bali...with Angel. Being alone with Angel wasn't the main purpose but it would be interesting. "Yeah. When do we leave?"
"Now. Tommy chartered us a plane. It's on standby." Angel smirked at him.
Running a hand through his blond hair, he opened his mouth to object about all the details he needed to attend to. "I need to pack."
The assistant smiled sweetly and pointed to his bags. "All cleaned and ready to go." Before he could ask, Tommy answered his question before he even asked it. "Your keyboard is carefully packed in your carry on along with your iPod and computer. I had the roadies carefully pack up your acoustic guitar as well."
There was nothing more to say. All the details were attended to. He had no excuses. When Angel wanted something to happen, it always did.
∗ ∗ ∗
Angel had chartered a private flight. It used to seem like an unnecessary luxury but since they were recognizable worldwide, it was the only sane way to travel. If the trip was too long for a bus ride, The Dark Angels always went on private planes. Megan had brokered deals with several private airline companies to share jet time so it wasn't as expensive as he had thought. It didn't eliminate the crazy diehard fans at the airports but at least they wouldn't be accosted on the plane. They could actually get some rest between shows.
The flight was uneventful and they actually got some much needed sleep. As they were going in for the landing the pilot told them to look out of the window on the right side of the plane. Angel moved over to Dare's side of the plane to look out the window with him. Right there was the biggest damned rainbow he had ever seen. It connected right to the island.
Angel was still leaning over him and grinned into his face. "They are flying the rainbow flag just for us." His dark hair mixed with blond as he leaned over to look.
He ignored the twist in his belly and rolled his eyes. "For you, you mean. Now buckle up. We are landing."
"Yes, dearest." Angel grumbled and restrained himself into the
"What about Robin?" Darius was a team player. He looked over at the quiet guy and wanted to be clear that he didn't want the guy to be cut out.
Robin was the true writer, the real talent.
Robin looked uncomfortably over at Josh. "I can't go. Stuff to do here," his voice trailed off.
"But they are mostly your songs," the guitar player argued.
Robin looked away and blushed. "We can email back and forth." His eyes darted back to Josh who was carefully studying his water bottle not saying anything.
Angel asked as if he didn't already know the answer, "High speed internet at the resort, Tommy?"
Tommy answered quickly, "Of course."
Darius sighed and sank deeper into the faux leather couch as Angel moved a touch closer to him.
Angel gave him a smile that said that all excuses were eliminated.
Darius was all out of arguments. Angel's eyes twinkled as he pushed the idea. "No distractions. Bali."
Dusty's barked out a laugh. "Right, no distractions." But he shut his mouth when Angel's head turned to stare him down with an evil look.
Angel smiled as he turned back to him. "Bali." That one word said it all.
Without being able to help himself, he grinned back at the beautiful singer. "Bali." Then after a moment's thought he warned, "But I want to see more than just the villa."
Angel gave him his famous crooked smile as if he wasn't single minded when it came to the music. "There are Hindi Temple dances in the evenings, beaches a short drive away, and a monkey forest." As if on cue, Tommy opened his green sack he always had slung over his shoulder and pulled out a Bali guidebook. Darius snagged it to flip through the pages. It did look a lot like paradise.
Angel tilted his head and asked the main question. "You in?"
He shrugged. What was he going to say? What could he say? He wanted to go. He wanted to write songs with Angel and to see Bali...with Angel. Being alone with Angel wasn't the main purpose but it would be interesting. "Yeah. When do we leave?"
"Now. Tommy chartered us a plane. It's on standby." Angel smirked at him.
Running a hand through his blond hair, he opened his mouth to object about all the details he needed to attend to. "I need to pack."
The assistant smiled sweetly and pointed to his bags. "All cleaned and ready to go." Before he could ask, Tommy answered his question before he even asked it. "Your keyboard is carefully packed in your carry on along with your iPod and computer. I had the roadies carefully pack up your acoustic guitar as well."
There was nothing more to say. All the details were attended to. He had no excuses. When Angel wanted something to happen, it always did.
∗ ∗ ∗
Angel had chartered a private flight. It used to seem like an unnecessary luxury but since they were recognizable worldwide, it was the only sane way to travel. If the trip was too long for a bus ride, The Dark Angels always went on private planes. Megan had brokered deals with several private airline companies to share jet time so it wasn't as expensive as he had thought. It didn't eliminate the crazy diehard fans at the airports but at least they wouldn't be accosted on the plane. They could actually get some rest between shows.
The flight was uneventful and they actually got some much needed sleep. As they were going in for the landing the pilot told them to look out of the window on the right side of the plane. Angel moved over to Dare's side of the plane to look out the window with him. Right there was the biggest damned rainbow he had ever seen. It connected right to the island.
Angel was still leaning over him and grinned into his face. "They are flying the rainbow flag just for us." His dark hair mixed with blond as he leaned over to look.
He ignored the twist in his belly and rolled his eyes. "For you, you mean. Now buckle up. We are landing."
"Yes, dearest." Angel grumbled and restrained himself into the
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