Unedited.
Chapter Thirteen
Now:
Grady
All day long, the band moved from one interview to the next, ranging from radio to live internet to recorded TV, and Grady would admit to anyone who bothered to ask how exhausted he was. He would have no problem sleeping on the bus ride tonight.
Their last family friendly concert happened tomorrow and even though the show sold out months ago, the label and management had them pushing it. Selling it.
And this last interview would be a dozy.
The questions would be more probing, more personal than the others they'd been asked and answering all day. The album was only a few weeks old and getting rave reviews from the critics. So, of course, everyone wanted to know why it was so different. How, when, where, and again, how. What and who was behind it. Which mixer, producer, muse and influences were. Dog and pony show. Grady usually did the interviews by himself but the band wanted to be supportive this time.
Assholes.
They knew which details to keep close to the chest and which ones were ok to air out in public.
But this interview—this late night radio show interview with live social media video streaming—Butler convinced him this one needed to be a bit different.
It was time to talk about it. Just a little.
The band already did their intro and as they waited for the commercial break to end, everyone finished getting comfortable in the booth and doing last minute checks. He knew what was coming. Knew the second the segment producer muttered the countdown and then 'go'.
Didn't stop him from baulking when the familiar question came.
"We've been going over Mr. Grady Sinclair's Instagram page." Grady nodded, waited. "You're an avid user, as everyone knows."
"I am, yeah."
"And you used it to introduce us to various aspects of your life. Which is very kind of you, thank you."
"Share and share alike."
"I know you're a private man."
"Yeah."
"You all are," she gestured towards the guys, "and I think it's safe to say you've done well to keep your lives private."
"Thank you," Emory said. "It's easier on the family that way."
"But a while back, things went a little public."
"I did apologize for that," Hush tried to joke. "I did not mean to become a walking toothpaste commercial."
They were trying to protect him. Grady recognized that. But—he knew it was coming.
"I think she's talking about the concert, buddy. Not your lack of lip control."
They laughed it off but Grady saw the lure even if he planned on making her work for it a bit more.
"I was speaking about the concert."
"It was a great concert," Carrington put in. "I liked the smaller crowd." Carrington looked at him. "We should do that more often."
He nodded. "In the bigger arenas you tend to disconnect. Playing the Coliseum was a nice change of pace."
"It also coincided with your reunion."
They all chuckled but Grady responded. "Not our reunion. They made us honorary graduates so we could go."
