Chapter Three-Hundred and Twenty-One
John signed his initials onto what had to be the eightieth album. "Thanks for coming." He smiled, having to force himself to stay awake for the next twenty minutes of signing and then the backstage pass people.
"I love your band." Squealed the teen, before she moved on in the line.
Dominic pushed himself out of his chair, stepping behind the curtain and picking up Sage as she fussed. "Hey, it's alright, Daddy's here." He brushed a kiss over his daughter's head, bouncing her in his arms and returning to the table to finish signing the merch they were giving out.
John smiled, letting Sage grip his finger in her hand. "Her there, Sage Brush." He looked up as a young woman stepped before him, her blue eyes holding an almost predatory look. "Who should I make this out to?" He asked, trying to ignore the glint in her eyes.
"To Priscilla McNeil." She grinned, leaning forward and undoing a button on her blouse. "Could you also sign my breast?"
John's eyes darkened, making Priscilla back off a little. "I don't sign skin." He stated, scratching his pit bull behind the ear. "I'd be happy to sign anything else, but I don't sign boobs."
"If you do, I'll triple my donation, and if you sleep with me, I'll add even more to that number." She reached her hand out, tracing her fingers over his jaw.
"Hell no." He snapped, swatting her hand away. "I don't know what you think I am, but I am not a prostitute." He finished his signature, taking Sage from his cousin as he signed the creep's stuff.
Clarissa leaned on Thomas's shoulder as the teens all filed into bedrooms in the hotel, pulling Thomas into their own room as Claire and John closed their bedroom door. "They're fine, Tommy." She smiled, yawning as she took her t-shirt off and crawled into the bed. "John won't try anything."
Claire brushed her hair, listening to the shower run as John cleaned himself up before he got into bed with her. She hummed one of his songs, a smile on her lips as she remembered flying above the crowd with her Fiancé.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, stepping into the main room and scrubbing the towel over his head to dry his hair.
"Just enjoying the moment." She smiled, lifting her chin to kiss him before he laid down on the bed beside her. "That was a great show."
He nodded, pressing his hand to the little birthmark on her back. "Yeah." He yawned, closing his eyes when she shut the light out. He wrapped her in his arms, tucking his nose into her hair to smell the vanilla and coconut of her shampoo and conditioner.