Chapter 9
Audrey
Audrey found the paparazzi annoying. Between the van and the hotel, the van and the radio or TV station, and the van and the venue, cameras flashed and questions were shouted at them. Sometimes the questions were friendly, cajoling. Usually, they were about things that the band didn’t want to talk about like Andrew’s catatonia and his recovery.
Pulling up to the hotel, the reporters seemed particularly thick. Audrey had thought that the media frenzy was finally dying down, so she couldn’t help worrying that there was some new scandal riling them up again. Had Mark been spotted with that high school girl in Organo? Had Olivia been seen at the show?
But when the van doors opened and their security guard, Damian, hustled them toward the building, it wasn’t Marks’s or Andr
