Emily hurried to the hotel door. Every nerve in her body pinched and shook. The idea of someone seeing her standing in the hallway naked scared her, but something about it excited her. Her hand touched the door handle. She knew the quicker she did this the sooner it would be over. She also knew the quicker she opened the hotel room door the less of a chance some stranger would see her naked. Not that everyone in Down Silent weren’t strangers. She pushed on the door handle and of course, it was locked. “Damn,” Emily whispered. She knocked on the door and had to wait. She pictured the band, sitting around their hotel room. Gunnar probably told them everything and now they could just sit there, knowing Emily stood outside the hotel room, naked. Emily knocked again, and again. “Whoa, whoa,” a voice called out. “Is the place on fi...” The door opened and there stood the bassist. His eyes went wide and he looked up and down Emily’s body. Emily felt a small rage of anger kick up and she pushed at bassist, moving him out of the way. She walked into the hotel room with an attitude. When the rest of the band turned their heads, they were as shocked as the bassist. When Emily saw Gunnar, standing at the small kitchen, in front of the bottles of wine, he had a smile on his face that said it all. He hadn’t told the band about Emily and what he told her to do. “Look at this,”
