Risk it All

Orlando Or Bust

Brantley’s POV:
     I was about to lose my mind. I hadn't heard from Bailey since that day on the bus. I’d called numerous times and each time got her voicemail. My messages had ranged from anger, to pleading, to demanding that she come back on tour with me. Mike had refused to tell me what tour she was on now even when I had threatened to fire his ass for not giving me that information I so badly wanted. Chase claimed he hasn't talked to her since she got off the bus that day even though he and Brinleigh both had called her countless times. Shit, my own Mama had admitted that she had talked to her but even she wouldn't tell me where she was. All she kept telling me was to give her some time and that she would come around when she was ready. Well, I was about done with giving her some time to clear her head and come to her senses. It was time she and I had a talk. I had things I needed to say, things that I should have said that day instead of letting her walk out. If only I could find out where she was. 
     Dragging my phone from my pocket, I called the one person that I figured she had talked to, knowing that if she did I would most likely get an ass chewing even though this whole thing wasn't my fault but not caring at the moment. I waited anxiously for the call to be answered. When the call was finally answered, I let out the breath that I had been unknowingly holding. 

“BG, what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” said Caroline as she answered, her voice all sing-songy as usual. In the background I could hear Luke and Tate laughing about something.

“I gotta ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me. Have you talked to Bailey?” I asked. I knew I was being as asshole but oh well. Caroline would get over it. And if she didn't, I'd deal with that later.

“Yes.” she replied but didn't elaborate. 

“Well? Is she okay? I haven't heard from her since the day she left.” I said, knowing that if she had talked to Caroline, she had to at least know that she wasn't on my tour any longer. 

“She’s fine. Sounds exhausted but says she's okay. I think she's full of shit but what can I do about it?” said Caroline. “Have you tried calling her?”

“Caroline, I tried calling her one hundred times a day for nearly a month and only got her voicemail. That's not counting the thousands of text messages I’ve probably sent.” I said in frustration. I was really at my wits end with this whole assed up situation. “After not hearing a word, I gave up. So no, I haven't tried to call. But I’m losing my fucking mind here not knowing where she is or if she is okay.”  

“BG, I don't know all that happened because she hasn't told me and I’m not going to ask you to go into detail. Plus, it's not my business. She did make me promise that I wouldn't tell you who’s tour she’s on in the event that I talked to you. But I will tell you where she is tonight.” said Caroline. “But you have to promise me that you aint gonna go in there and be your usual caveman self with her.”

“Stop beating around the bush dammit. Where is she, Caroline?” I said, my patience wearing thin. 

“She’s in Orlando.” said Caroline. “I just talked to her two days and ago and she told me that she would be there for 3 days because this artist was playing a 3-day event.” said Caroline. “Now BG, I know you're at home on break and I know that you're already looking to see who's playing in Orlando for three days, but I mean it. If you go to Orlando and you find her, you better be on your best behavior. If I find out that you hurt her in any way, I will chop your balls off and force feed them to you.”

“Jesus Christ, why do you always have to threaten my balls woman?” I asked as I scrolled through ticketmaster.com to see who was playing in Orland tonight. If I had to buy tickets to all the shows just to see if I could find her, I would. 

“Because BG, I know how much they mean to you. Plus, if I threaten your balls, I know that you will heed my warnings.” said Caroline. I could hear her shit eating grin that was plastered on her face. 

“Whatever.” I said exasperated. “Thank you Caroline.”

“Go get your girl B. But remember what I said. One tear and it’s choppy chop time.” said Caroline.

“Understood.” I replied. “Tell Luke I’ll call him in a few days about a few dates that we have that put Jason, him, and I in the same town. 

“I will B. Talk to you later.” said Caroline as she ended the call. 

     I continued to scroll through ticketmaster, looking for possible tours that Bailey could be on. There were three tours that had 3-day events in Orlando. One was for Lil’ Wayne, one was for Metallica, and the other was Trace Adkins. After a discussion that we’d had on the first night we had slept together, I knew she wasn't a fan of Lil’ Wayne. While I knew she liked Metallica, I also knew that she loved Trace Adkins. I’d heard her humming his songs quite a bit when she had worked as my stylist. Taking a chance, I purchased a ticket to his show along with VIP and backstage so that I could see if my gut was right in telling me that this is where Bailey is now. I grabbed my hat and my keys and jumped in my truck to make the little over 7 hour drive to Orlando.