Organized chaos. Dom just tried to stay out of their way. He, Slade, Liam, and Adam sat in chairs designated for the performance and watched the show come together like a well-oiled machine. The warmup band trooped off the stage. Irisa strode by him and stopped a member of the crew. From what he’d observed since he’d arrived, she was a champ at solving problems and making sure the band’s needs and preferences were met. But she looked flustered. “The merch boxes were labeled and in the designated area. Now they’re gone.” “We’ll find them.” “We better. I need my guys to stay calm.” She reached into her pocket. He recognized the roll of antacids that had been on her desk in the hotel. She’d eaten one during sound check. She shouldn’t be popping anther one now. She turned away from one crew member and issued instructions to another, then disappeared down a hallway. Dom glanced at his phone. Five minutes to go until The Fury were supposed to start. Liam slapped him on the back.
