Frankie began to grow quite fond of Bernie on the drive from Tempe to Las Vegas.
Somehow, The Nocturnals had a strong affinity for the nearly broken down grey touring bus they've been sequestered to for the past few months. Jett proclaimed that Bernadette had magical powers, and they preferred to travel to each venue by bus because they performed much better after sitting in the bristling heat for hours on end.
Frankie thinks that Jett needs to lay off the weed.
Each band member had their own little corner of the bus. Eddie always preferred the middle so he could jump from conversation to conversation wherever he was needed. He didn't like feeling left out. Veronica was happy towards the front as long as she always had a window. She always said her lack of a penis allowed her prime window seating. Nobody disagreed.
Rod liked the back of the bus because that was where he could sneak off and make out with Cherry without anybody else watching. Sometimes he would sneak his hand down her skirt and Cherry would giggle as if he was telling her the funniest joke in the world. Harry on the other hand always chose to sit in the front seat behind Bryan who was always driving. It was an unwritten rule that nobody else could sit there. It was also an unwritten rule that Harry always needed to be close to Bryan.
That is where Frankie finds him when they're about twenty minutes away from the Las Vegas Convention Center. His long body is taking up two seats with his head leaning against the glass window. He has his black sunglasses on but Frankie can see that his eyes are open through the tinted frames.
"Starin' is impolite, Franks," Harry says after a few moments.
Frankie blushes, looking down at the floor. "I'm still waiting for your interview, Harry."
He shuffles a bit while he's mulling this over. In the two week span of Frankie's time on tour with the band, she's gotten one on one interviews with everybody but Harry. Whenever she attempts to reach out to him, he always wanders off. Lately, he's been switching the roles and asking her questions instead.
She doesn't like feeling vulnerable around him.
And with her deadline approaching soon and the final three shows looming in the distance, Frankie was starting to grow impatient.
"After the show. I promise," Harry says, before turning his attention back out towards the window.
Frankie ignores Cherry's gaze as she slinks into the seat in the back left of the bus. But Cherry is anything but adamant, and not even ten seconds later, Frankie can feel the tips of her blonde curly hair grazing Frankie's exposed shoulders.
"He's making this extremely difficult," Frankie admits, slumping down further into the seat.
Cherry nods. "Give him time, Frankie. He'll come around eventually."
Frankie only wishes that were true.
***
The show in Vegas is nothing short of a disaster.
Frankie notices the mistakes more so than the audience members mainly because she's been watching The Nocturnals perform the same show for two weeks now. From the second they walked onto the stage, there was a disconnect amongst the band members. Jett and Veronica did the best they could trying to appease both Harry and Rod, but it began to crumble halfway through their set. Rod began to overdue his solos, throwing the timing off for Harry. The worst part was when he started oversinging the backing vocals, almost making Harry sing the wrong lyrics.
The dressing room was quiet after the show. And for the first time since touring with the band, Frankie had no desire to ask anybody questions.
"Well guys, that was—"
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