Long Weekend In Miami (It Can Turn Your World Around)

Say It Right

Somebody was hammering on her hotel room door and whoever it was they were about to meet an untimely death. Still half asleep Shayne snaked a hand from under the covers and groped for her phone on the nightstand. Through bleary eyes she squinted at the time on the lock screen - 7:45 am - and immediately groaned. The hammering continued. It wouldn't be any of the guys, they were all too familiar with her "do not disturb before 8am the morning after a gig" order.

Dropping her phone she shoved her head beneath the pillows in the hope of drowning out the offending noise. Unless the hotel were on fire she wasn't leaving this bed for nobody. But whoever it was they really weren't going away. The hammering turned into a slow drum roll building to an annoying and almost deafening crescendo.

Adam.

"Shay! You awake?" he yelled through the door.

Shayne sighed, rolled onto her back and forced herself upright, blinking and staring at her reflection in the dresser mirror opposite the bed. Damn, she looked a mess. Her hair looked like a family of crows had been nesting in there and her eyes were all black and smudged with kohl. Few years ago she'd have looked that way for another reason. But now it was nothing more than a lack of sleep and forgetting to wash her make up off the night before.

"Shay!"

Rubbing her hands over her face and smudging the make up further, Shayne pushed herself to the edge of the bed and ambled over to the window; making him wait a few moments longer. His punishment for waking her at this ludicrous hour. She pulled back the heavy drapes with a yawn as the early morning Miami sunshine danced into the room. She blinked. Palm trees and the smell of the ocean greeted her. It was a beautiful day.

"You dead in there?" Adam said. "Do I need to call the cops? Shay?" A pause. "Ok, I'm calling. Hello? Miami Police? Can you send a squad car, we got a dead - "

Shayne flung the door open and scowled at him, one hand on her hip.

" - and very grumpy Panda bear situation," he finished, wearing only a grin, his boxers and a pair of socks.

"It's too early for your comedy and that," she said holding out a hand to cover the bits of him she didn't need to see. "Come back later," she said about to close the door.

"I see Smudge is in a great mood," he said and pushed by her into the room.

Shayne rolled her eyes. "You could've at least brought coffee and bagels," she said kicking the door closed with the heel of her foot. "And worn some clothes."

"I brought something better. Remember the guy Josh and I got talking to last night? The A&R dude from Reckless Records? He just called, wants to meet with us later today."

Shayne was suddenly wide awake. "You're messing with me," she said as she dropped onto the corner of the bed.

"Nope. He's talking to him right now. How great is this? Our first gig in Miami and this happens."

"We were pretty awesome last night," she said with a knowing grin.

"That we were," agreed Adam. "Anyway I don't have all the details, so if you're heading out later one of us will call with the time and place."

"Cool. Think I'm just gonna head down to the tattoo shop."

"Yeah, I was gonna swing by later. Darren said he'd fit me in to get a piece done," Adam said running a hand over his curly black hair. "Thinking now might be a good time to get the band logo on my ass or something."

"Please don't."

"Be a hell of an icebreaker with the ladies."

"It really won't."