Kydania
God condemn him to the fiery pits of hell! Donavan our so called manager/thief is trying to screw us over again. The only reason I even came to know is because the assistant Dave assigned to help he had one of the crew members come and tell me after she came across it in one of my emails.
Keeping up with the crowd and having this problem run amuck in my mind is getting hard. Smiling, speaking a foreign language, and hopping about make it very difficult to keep up with Bill and everyone let alone deal with this crap!
Finally I see an opportunity to cease the dance lessons and say goodbye. I hand Bill the microphone with the best smile I can muster and rush off the stage. I don't even notice Lydia right on my heels. She grabs my shoulder and spins me around as soon as we are out of the crowds view.
"Kyda what is wrong?" her eyes are filled with worry and concern. I knew I had done a poor job of hiding it but I didn't think it was that bad. I hope the crowd was paying attention to Bill and not me.
"Dear Donny has decided to try and pull our plug if we don't have him meet Tokio Hotel." Venom and anger seeps from every word. It's not meant to be directed at her but that's how it comes off.
"He what!" her voice cracks.
"Interview slash meeting…"
She cuts me off, "I heard you. I'm going to ring his fucking neck next time I see him. Fucking bastard." Swearing from Lydia means there is going to be violence.
"Lyd, hon, I'll take care of it." She gives me a doubtful look, "there is a reason why I made him rewrite portions of our contract before signing."
"Can he really pull the plug?" she now sounds like a frightened child.
"I don't know but I'm going to go find out. Just make sure everything runs smoothly on stage and if Bill needs me just tell him I'm busy with the assistant." I pull her into a hug to reassure her.
"Good luck." She whispers giving me an extra squeeze before letting me go.
"Luck? Ha! I'll make my…"
"Optical reality," Lydia finishes, "your vision of truth."
The fate of the bands future now rests in my hands.
Lydia
Donavan, the man who was, at the time, willing to sign us with the condition that Kydania managed everything we did. He laughed and said it wouldn't last long
"I'll give you a week before you ask me to assign you a manager."
Four years later, with a sizable fan base, we still have Kydania as our manager. Gigs, interviews, and whatever else was requested Kydania takes care of it. I worry that it will stress her out till she is too exhausted to do anything but she has yet to do so.
Bill has sent several crew members requesting Kydania to the stage. Each of them have come to me and I have sent each of them back to tell Bill she is with David's assistant. Now the rock star himself is coming toward me, his boots clicking harshly against the floor in his haste.
"Aren't you supposed to be on stage?"
"Tom has a solo." Bill is looking behind me, "Where is Kydania?"
He sounds concerned so I feel like giving it to him straight, "She is with the assistant."
The look on his face is of shock and disbelief, "she wasn't supposed to do that till after the show."
"She said it was urgent." I shrug my shoulders and give him a look of trust and unconcern toward my friend, "What is it that you need her for?"
"Well I was going to see if we can all bow and play a last song for the crowd. Bothe bands." He looks disappointed he has to talk to me instead of Kydania.
"I'll see what I can do." I pull out my cell and speed dial Kydania. Bill waits patiently leaning against the wall.
"Hey Kyda it's Lydia. Bill wants to have both bands end the concert in song." Bill waits for me to relay her response fiddling with his lip ring in anticipation.
"When?" I ask him. He looks at a clock on the wall.
"Ten minutes."
Kydania swears in my ear already hearing what he said because he had scooted closer to me as Kydania and I had spoken. Then she says she'll try to be to be there as soon as possible. I click the cell phone shut, "she might not walk out on stage with us but she'll be there."
He nods, his brown eyes intently looking to see if I'm lying. Finally he seems satisfied and motions for a crew member to come his way. He says something in German and sends them off before motioning me to follow him.
The boy is a hell of a lot taller than I am so keeping up with him is a chore. I just hope Kyda can make it without disaster. Having her show up at an awkward moment or not at all could be very bad for our first concert in Germany.
