Lost Avalon: A Finding Nolan Novel Read Online Free Page A

favors were being offered left and right for the first time.
    Blaise, Derek and Royce had all gotten caught up in the cycle of partying hard, sleeping it off until it was time to get back on stage and then starting all over again. Most mornings Angel and I had been the only ones sitting at the breakfast table.
                  Derek had been the next to sober up and Sammy had played a huge part in that. Royce came soon after, realizing that it would be better for the band’s longevity if the members were more coherent overall. The only one who still hadn’t quite made it out was Blaise. Not that anyone really knew how deep in he was. Except for me. But then this wasn’t the first ugly secret of his he had burdened me with.
                  “Hey, speaking of, tonight no social excursions after the show. We’re hitting the road right after the backstage party with all the VIP ticket holders. I don’t want to have to hunt anyone down.” I was heading out the door again.
                  “Might want to run that by your boy, Blaise. He’s the one with a knack for wandering off.” He lifted his head, “What time he make it in last night anyway? Saw him leave with that red head at the club. Not gonna lie, part of me was wondering if we’d ever see him again. Bitch was scary lookin’.”
                  I hadn’t seen her, but I’d certainly been introduced to her handy work on Blaise’s body. “And you let him leave anyway? Shit, Angel.”
                  He shrugged. “He’s a grown ass man, Ava. I’m not his fucking babysitter.”
                  “Yeah, neither am I!” I slammed the door shut behind me. As usual I had taken my anger out on the wrong person. I stomped in place like a two year old several times knowing no one was around to see me and then marched off, my fists still clenched. I had done my job. The rest was up to Gary.
                  Even after all this time, I still loved live shows. Most nights I was perched somewhere on the sidelines, watching, enjoying just as much as any other crazed fan girl. Because, I was. Had always been. Would always be, Finding Nolan’s biggest fan.
    But tonight I was in no mood to see Blaise stand up there and sing those words. The ones that made every woman in the room, including me, believe that he was really that sensitive, lost and broken soul convinced that only one woman’s love could save him. And they all wanted their chance to prove that they could be ‘that’ woman. If they only knew the truth.
                  Blaise was lost and broken alright, but he didn’t think for even a second a woman could save him. Not when it had been a woman who damaged him to begin with.
                  The bus was quiet when I stepped inside. It was nice for a change and I took full advantage of this brief window of alone time by sprawling out on the couch and watching the first chick flick I could find on TV. Pretty Woman.
                  By the time the film ended I was wishing for my own knight in shiny white limousine. Then my phone rang and I remembered I already had one. Sort of.
                  “Hey Lee.”
                  “What’s up, beautiful? Feel like I haven’t heard from you in ages.” I could hear quiet talking in the background.
                  “You guys on the road already?”
                  “Yeah, got rained out here in Oregon. Now we’re headed to Idaho. Hopefully we’ll have better luck there.” It was fair season, so all of the shows Lee was playing were outdoors. It made for an unpredictable tour and I felt bad for him thinking about it. Wasn’t like we hadn’t been there once upon a time. Except for us it had been dive bars and college campuses. Still, just as unreliable.
                  “That sucks. I’m sure next stop will be better. We’re getting