12 - Wild Horses

~Pearl’s Point of View~

I was a nervous wreck about the performance today, even though the only in person audience was going to be about five people. Well, plus the guys. Angie, the head publicist was going to be walking the camera around, almost making it like a long music video.

I mean I get it, people think Feisty they think Jude. How do we make absolutely sure these shows will sell out, same as if he was there playing?

Pfft, no fucking pressure or anything.

My hair was in curlers and my make-up was set. I was waiting for Bailey to pick out my accessories and I was wandering around in a robe. I managed to score a bowl of grapes from the kitchen and just as I started back to my room the doorbell rang. I paused, waiting a minute but nobody came. Where was Slade’s house manager? The guy was always Johnny on the spot.

When no one came it rang again, and then the door knob jiggled, clearly the person was annoyed. There wasn’t a peep hole but I padded over to a window. It was a w