Jordan was up at the ass crack of 4 am. She drank a soda from the fridge in her room and washed her face. She wasn’t used to going out without makeup on. Thankfully she, like her mother, could pull it off and not look like death warmed over. She dug through her suitcase to find something to wear. FUCK! she thought. I can’t decide! Should I really even GET dressed? I mean, we’re not going to really be wearing our own clothes all day. We’re going to be wearing clothes that someone else made for us. She looked at her clothes. Fuck it. Dad will probably kill me for waking him up, but I need advice. She grabbed her phone out of the drawer of her bedside table and sent her father a text message. “Dad, question. Should I even get dressed?”
Much to her surprise, her father responded. “Just wear your pj’s if you have to ask me that question, Hannah. Text me again before 8 am and you’re one dead fifteen year old. Understood? Lack of a response is answer enough.”
She laughed. I could be a smart ass, but I don’t want to die a young death. I can see the obituary. “Up and coming rock star Jordan Hannah Draiman died yesterday at the young age of fifteen.” That would be kinda fucked up, she mused. Instead, she turned on the TV in her room and watched some music videos. She couldn’t wait to see her work on the music channels. It was an exciting thought. They were even going to get to introduce their video in MTV. She couldn’t wait.
After what seemed like hours, there was a gentle knock on her door. “Jord, you ready?” Logan asked from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, Logan, I’m on my way.” She grabbed her purse and slipped her house shoes on before walking out the door.
When she met the rest of her band outside her hotel room door, she got funny looks. “What that matter, Jord? No looking hotter than sin today?” Caleb asked.
“What would be the point in getting dressed if I’m just going to be putting on other clothes when we get to the video set? I decided not to fuck with it.”
“You texted Dad, didn’t you?” Malachai asked after yawning.
“Yeah.”
“And he told you that if you were going to bother him with something so trivial that you should just wear your pj’s, huh?”
“Not in so many words, but yeah. He also told me that if I bothered him again before 8 am, I was going to die young”, she responded with a laugh.
“That sounds like Uncle David”, Logan said with a laugh.
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Her hair was in the funky, spunky up do it had been in the night before. The tiny knots of her own hair fell in a line of five along the crown of her head, making it look like she wore a tiara. The stiff spikes that emerged from the knots only added to the effect. Once the white leather pants and funky white cotton top adorned her body, she was ready to go. Her makeup was understated, making her look as close to natural as makeup could. There was a light dusting of shimmer powder on her face and whatever skin was exposed from her shirt. It had this look like it had been cut and torn artfully, then retied so give it a very rock ‘n roll look. The shimmer powder on her tanned body gave her a very ethereal look. In essence, she looked like a rock angel. Her shoes were clear heels that looked like there were Cinderella’s glass slippers.
The guys had a similar look. They all wore white leather and cotton, their shirts were all sleeveless. Malachai wore a wife beater tank top, as Caleb. Logan’s shirt was just a sleeveless t-shirt that clung to his torso like a wet wash cloth. Though they hated it, they wore the shimmer like Jordan did. They all had to be careful when drinking anything because so as not to ruin their makeup.
Finally the soot got under way. They had three injured Marine’s; one of which was battling leukemia. Jordan’s heart sank when she spoke to him between takes. According to the script, he was to be the first to be accompanied to the other side. The others were feigning different problems. After the scenes where they were checked in on by their particular angel and taken to their place of eternal rest…the band changed into different outfits. Jordan was a nurse, Malachai was a doctor, and Caleb and Logan were orderlies. Different scenes were shot where they were tending to the men. There was even a scene where one of the men went into cardiac arrest. Between the shooting of the different scenes and the costume changes, the day was spent. They’d get up early as hell the next morning to shoot the performance scene. They’d all be in black; Jordan wearing her signature curls with her straightened bangs. The costume people wanted to double check the clothing for the next day to be sure they didn’t need to make any last minute adjustments.
Finally, they were in their way back to the hotel to crash for the night. Jordan and Malachai would have dinner with their family before ending their night. Logan and Caleb would be joining John and Dani for dinner that night.
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During their lunch break, the guys all quizzed John on his feelings about becoming a grandfather. “I’m ecstatic, to be perfectly honest. The only thing that pissed me off was the fact that he told the nation on the radio without calling to give his mother and me a little bit of a heads up”, John said.
“I would have been pissed too if it were any of MY boys’, Mike replied.
“If Malachai had pulled that stunt, his head would be on a pike right now. And I wouldn’t have been to one to do it, that’s the thing. Brie would have killed him before I even thought about it”, was David’s comment.
“Same goes for Justin. Nicole would have that boy’s head”, Dan concurred.
“Logan should count himself luck that his mother wasn’t here. He would have felt her wrath. By the time they come down to Austin to visit, Kristen will have calmed down enough not to kill them BOTH”, John said with a laugh.
“So, it’s to be separate holidays for us all this year?” David asked, changing the subject.
“If you want. Kristen was going to invite everyone down to Austin for the holidays, to be frank. Consider this the invitation.”
The guys all laughed. “I’ll run it past Brie and see what she says” David chuckled. “Will Kristen let Brie in her kitchen to make traditional Jewish foods for Hanukkah?”
“You’ll have to ask Kristen.”
“I intend to do just that.”
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After a long day of shooting, Malachai collapsed in his bed. He was exhausted. Mandy couldn’t’ help but laugh. “You poor thing”, she said. “Does Mama need to take care of you?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes. My feet are killing me, my neck feels like there are steel razors running up and down the nerves, and don’t get me started on my back.”
“Well, seeing as we have a great room here and the twins are asleep, why don’t you and I take a nice, hot, relaxing bath?”
“Please tell me that you’re NOT kidding .”
“No, honey, I’m not kidding.”
He opened his eyes slowly to look at his wife. There was a gleam in her eyes that could not be mistaken. He pushed his aching and tired body up off of the bed. She took him by the hand and playfully pulled him into the bathroom of their suite. I’m going to make him feel so much better, she thought to herself. I’m going to make her forget how much he hurts. And she meant it.
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