Satyrday Night Fever (The Paranormals #4) - Andie M. Long

Harley

I looked in the mirror and then attempted to flop onto my dressing room sofa. Except I couldn't because I had weird protrusions coming out of my back. If I'd thought I might be having visual hallucinations, the fact remained that they must also be sensory hallucinations because I could feel them.

Wings.

Two large, glowing white wings.

Taking a deep inhale, I peered over one shoulder and then the other. Yep, they were still there.

What on earth was I supposed to do?

Trying and mainly failing not to panic, I bit on the tips of my expertly manicured fingernails while I tried to figure out what to do.

There was a chance this—as in my route to complete madness—had been coming for a while now. Back when I'd been hired to co-present the television show Britain's Best New Band with a guy called Dan Trent, there had been a few things happen that I'd done my best to overlook, but I now noted could have been the beginnings of mental illness.

When my co-presenter went missing it had understandably been a majorly stressful time. I'd been worrying about what had happened to him, even though I disliked him intensely because of how he treated me, as I would never wish a person harm. The guy still had family who loved him, and I'd also like to think people could be redeemed. Unfortunately, though, his going missing caused me a lot of bad press because of how he'd badmouthed me. Some people actually thought I could have been responsible for his disappearance, saying I wanted the job of presenting all to myself, and I'd been interviewed by the police. I wasn't the only one, but still, it hadn't been nice.

Then as we got ready to announce the winners of the competition at the final, the big boss behind the competition, Bill Traynor of Deep Heat records, had acted strangely out of character and like… well… Dan.

My bottom lip wobbled and I started to cry as I let myself picture what I thought had happened.

Bill had tried to push me off the stage.

My friend Stacey had fallen off the stage.

Noah, her now-husband and the bass guitarist of The Paranormals had moved at an impossible speed. Stacey had been thrown on the stage and Noah had landed on a piece of wood. Which had gone through him.

I was now shaking as I'd never fully allowed myself to think of this before.

His friend had gone over to him, pulled out the wood and he'd just healed up. Not one scratch remained. I'd been on the stage watching and wondering if I was seeing things.

Noah had taken to the stage and hypnotised the audience. Everyone left not knowing what had happened. I knew because I'd gone to say hello to Erica, who ran the bands fan club and she'd not known what I was talking about, saying she'd clearly had too much to drink as the evening was a bit of a blur and how great was it that the two final bands had won in a dead heat.

Maybe Dan's disappearance had affected me more than I'd originally believed.

I needed to speak to someone who might not think I was a complete lunatic, although it was possible I might be a complete lunatic. In which case, I realised, I needed to speak to someone who'd take care of me anyway. Picking up my phone, I rang Stacey's number. It just rang out though until the answering machine service kicked in. It was one am; she was probably in bed.

Who else could I reach out to?

In the end I plumped for the man who I felt a connection with. Roman Idiri, the mysterious lead guitarist of The Paranormals, the biggest band on the planet right now. He was probably screwing a groupie though, I thought as I hovered over the keypad. The thought annoyed me and made me press his number without further delay. If he was, then I was interrupting any such shenanigans because truth was, I wanted him for myself.

"Hello?" He answered pretty quickly which made me so relieved I burst into tears. His tone gave away his confusion about my ringing him. Again, it is one am, I reminded myself.

"R- Roman. I'm sorry to call you. I t- tried Stacey but she didn't pick up and I honestly don't know what to do and who to ring."

"What's the matter, Harley? What's happened?"

The concern in his voice just made my tears run down my cheeks faster.

"I think something is wrong