Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter six •

DJ slung an arm around the brunette's shoulders, pulling the earpiece from her ear. There was a sun splitting grin on her face.

"So, you came."

Normani rolled her eyes, unwinding the woman's arm from around her. "I didn't do it for you."

"All the way across town and it wasn't for me?" She looked down at her amusingly.

"No."

"So why? Because that's a pretty long drive. What is it, three hours?"

"Whatever, Dinah. Or whatever your name is."

Dinah wrinkled her nose. "You know what my name is. I'm sure you thought about me the entire drive too." She reached out to fiddle with a few of her braids. "How good I look on stage, my drumming, how you could weasel your way into front row just to get a clear view. How did you manage that anyway?"

The black woman shrugged. "It's general admission, there's no assigned seating. You wouldn't think so for such a large theater but it's such—"

"An old venue, yeah." Dinah finished with a nod. She thumbed at her pants before yanking at the fingerless compression gloves on her hands.

The brunette watched along nosily. She always put so much attention on her hands as if they were all she was worth. She deep down wondered why.

"Should you really be drumming if you have to do stuff like that for your hands?"

Dinah shook her head, easing the fabric off. "My hands work just fine." She stopped to looked at the shorter woman teasingly. "Want proof?"

Normani scoffed, shoving the blonde playfully in the chest. The latter burst into a fit of laughter that was soon interrupted by the rest of the band following behind the two.

"Are we interrupting something?" Ivan chided with a sloppy grin.

Normani turned to him blankly, and then the black man beside him and the ginger haired man trailing behind. She cleared her throat. Her eyes found the tall woman again. "So, um. How do I get back, you know, to the crowd? And my car?"

"You can stay backstage for a bit, if you want. You know, hang with the band." Ivan slid in. Isley handed his earpiece to one of the stage crew, and Alex too. "We don't leave yet. We typically wait for majority of people to leave so we don't get ambushed."

"You guys are that big?" The brunette raised an eyebrow.

"It was a sold out show, darling." Ivan took his set off. "This is our home, we blew up here before anything. I take it this is your first show?"

She nodded, and he smiled.

"Well, welcome to The Reclamation Tour. I'm Ivan, I sing." He turned towards the men behind him. "That's Isley." The black man just a few inches taller than her gave her a sweet smile and held out his hand. She shook it softly. "That's Alex." The ginger haired man who looked younger than her waved shyly. And Ivan turned to the only other woman around. "And you two seem well acquainted already."

DJ cleared her throat. Her expression was a tad more serious when interacting with the guys. Normani couldn't help but notice the way she squared her shoulders and fiddled with the gloves in her hand. She sized the leading man up with a nod.