Chapter 21Lucien wanted a cigarette. His throat already burned from the amount he’d smoked today, and with the exertion of actually singing tonight, but the urge for nicotine and distraction won out. Their time on stage was only a half-set, in order to allow time and room for some autographs afterwards, but he couldn’t wait for their eleven o’clock last call before going home.
As soon as the music was done, he made a b-line to the back room, and the back door. One of the security guards gave him an odd look, but she let him out. He walked to the edge of the lot, his sunglasses over his eyes, though it was dark out. He lit up, and then steeled himself as the nicotine entered his system. Then, with another sigh, he took out his phone.
He read the same email he’d been reading over and over
