Chapter 138 Backstage Pass1Loading Dock

• The rain started before the house lights even came up, and by the time the final encore ended it was coming down in sheets.
• Eloise stood under the narrow overhang behind the arena with her arms crossed and her phone glowing in one hand. The Uber map showed her driver circling the wrong entrance for the third time. Her boots were already wet with water. The post-concert crowd had thinned to a few stragglers and the low growl of trucks near the loading dock. Cold air pushed under her jacket every time the wind shifted. Making her yo shiver.
• She had been to six of their shows. She knew every album by heart. She had a ticket stub collection in a shoebox under her bed and a playlist that could run for nine hours without repeating, but none of that helped her get a car in the rain after their concert.