Free See You at the Show by Michelle Betham Page A

few letters for you to send out in an hour or so, is that alright?”
    She nodded, placing the post down on his desk and picking up an empty coffee cup.   He was already typing away, concentrating hard.   He had a lot to do and he wanted to get started as soon as possible.
    “I’ll sort everything out, Mr. Madison.   Don’t worry.”
    He looked up and smiled.   “Thank you, Amy.”   He looked at his watch.   9.35.   Samantha was due to attend a parish council meeting this morning to discuss some charity functions, but she’d told him she wouldn’t be leaving until at least 10am.   If he called her now he could catch her before she left, because he really needed to talk to her.   For all Daniel was an ambitious and driven man, throughout it all, every step of the way, Samantha had been by his side.   She’d helped him by just being there and supporting him.   She was his beautiful wife and he loved her and he just wanted to tell her that.   He needed her to know how much she meant to him because he didn’t know if he could do what he was about to do if she wasn’t around.   He only hoped he never had to find out.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    It was a warm, clear night as the music belted out of the enormous speakers surrounding the stage, thousands of rock fans crammed into a stadium that was packed full of atmosphere, attitude and hope.   Hope from every female fan that Mark Cassidy would pick them out for their night with a rock star.   Hope that they’d be the one to experience that Cassidy magic.
    As Stevie watched from the wings, crouched down beside the cool box full of iced water and beer, she could see them there in the front of the crowd, all made up like human Barbie Dolls, practically throwing themselves at Mark any time he came near the front of the stage.   They had no idea they weren’t even his type although, to be fair, she wasn’t entirely sure Mark Cassidy even had a type.   What she was sure of though was that he was putting on the performance of his life out there.   His voice sounded better than it had done in ages and he was commanding that stage like the legend he could quite possibly become.   In his torn jeans and army boots, his tan and tattoos shown off to full effect in a tight white t-shirt, he looked incredible.   There was no doubt that he had it all, he had everything and he knew it.   Arrogance, attitude and more sex appeal than anyone should legally have, that was Mark Cassidy.   One hell of a bastard.
    They were about to end another successful gig, the crowd going wild as the closing guitar solo from Johnny ended their third encore.   And then they were done, running off stage as the last of the pyrotechnics fired up into the night sky, lighting it up as the crowd screamed for more.   But that was it.   Done.   Manchester had had two nights of Black Rock Diamond and now it was time to move on, and Stevie couldn’t wait to leave this city and head back to London .   It hadn’t been a good experience for her, it never was.   She never enjoyed coming back to the North West .   There were too many ghosts here and she could do without them intruding on her life.
    As soon as the guys were off stage it was Stevie and the crew’s turn to run on and start the long job of dismantling and clearing away but she looked forward to it.   More so tonight, thanks to Mark Cassidy’s inability to keep a promise.
    There was a huge gang of them here, all of them good friends and all of them good at what they did.   They were almost like a family, and that’s what Stevie loved about being involved with all of this.   It was an odd kind of security but it was security all the same.   They looked after each other.   The banter was a laugh and everybody made sure it was always fun, no matter how hard the work was, and it was incredibly hard at times.   But they were all professionals, and everyone’s combined skills meant everything usually got done in record quick time.