Free Cheap & Classy (Hide Your Crazy) by T.A. Hardenbrook Page A

already filled my quota on getting arrested this year.”
    “Gosh, you’re not fun. ” Megan giggled, breaking the connection between our bodies.
    “Yep, regular ol’ kill joy,” I muttered, instantly being drawn back into the guys on stage. Music was still the portal to my soul. It wrapped around the very core of me, and transported me into a happier time. Even with all the crap that surrounded my life, all the drama with the bands, and my pathetic love life, music was always going to be there.
    “They sound great tonight.”
    “Yes, Megan, they really do.”
    It amazed me that the guys were awake, chomping at the bit Wednesday morning for their little motocross excursion, yet any other time on this tour it took everything but lighting a fire under their asses to get them moving. You dangle a day off from the tour, add a little extreme sports action, and possibly some girls in daisy duke shorts screaming for them at the track, and they were like a kid at Disneyland . Now I just had to figure out how to capitalize on their jollies and have every morning for the rest of our tour like this. It would easily cut down on our coffee bill, considering I only had to have three cups before I was able to smile and not scowl at the idiots.
    “So we have like the entire day then?” Eric questioned, his eyes sparkling like Christmas morning.
    “Kind of. Technically, you guys have seven hours of gasoline, dirt, and dirty girl fun.”
    “Molly, if you keep talking like that I’m gonna have to go rub one out real quick,” Chance moaned, dropping his head to the back of the couch.
    “Gross, and make sure you wash your hands please.” Shuddering at the thought of Chance jerking off in the bathroom, I turned back to the stack of files on the counter. I had to prep for the next couple venues, call hotels, and confirm with radio stations before we headed down the Californian highway tonight. There would be no having fun for Miss Molly this afternoon; not that I ever would get on a damn bike with any of these wackos anyhow.
    “This is going to be sick,” Jeremy shouted, slamming his hands eagerly on the top of his thighs.
    “Alright gentleman,” I piped up, setting my files back down.
    “Look , guys, we graduated from kids to gentleman.” Brantley laughed, letting that lopsided grin catch my attention. If I wasn’t already screwed up by the kind of douches like him, I’m sure that grin would have dropped my panties all over again.
    “You guys are dumb. Anyhow, I need you all to seriously be careful. Like full on gear and helmets today. We can’t afford for any of you to get injured and for any of this tour to get postponed. We need to ride the current success you all have on radio, and dealing with broken bones and possible concussions would put a serious damper on our plan of attack.”
    “Yes, M other,” the guys replied almost instantaneously, turning my scowl to a little smirk.
    “I’m serious , boys.”
    “Don’t worry , Molly, we will be real boy scouts.” Chance grinned.
    “I’m having a real hard time believing you were ever a scout , Chance.” I rolled my eyes at the idiot, and reached over to grab my phone.
    Chance laughed, and knocked knuckles with Eric sitting next to him. Yep, that basically confirmed that man had no idea what being a boy scout was about. In all seriousness, neither did I; but I highly doubted it meant playing rock music, getting high, and banging girls. Boy Scouts were wholesome, and the guys on this tour closer resembled sewer rats, scrounging for any tasty morsels left on the ground.
    “I would totally fuck a girl in one of those slutty Girl Scout costumes,” Eric muttered.
    “Hey, Molly, would you let us eat your cookies?”
    “Seriously, you all need mental help,” I groaned, shaking my head and walking to the back of the bus to make my first call without the guys and porn playing in the background. One of these days they might grow up ……………………. or maybe