She twisted away from him. "It's nothing."
"Come on, let's get out of here," Sed said. They ignored the group of fans who were growing in number by the minute and went directly to the bus. Sed told the girls following him to wait outside.
Brian directed Myrna to a seat at the dining table and treated her scrape with peroxide from a first aid kit. The entire band was looking at her like she'd been in a horrible accident and was expected to die at any moment.
"I'm okay," she insisted.
"You've got to be more careful, Brian," Sed said. "You know what some of these fans are like."
"I wasn't thinking." Brian tossed a wad of wet gauze on the table and kissed Myrna on the back of the head. "I was just happy to see her."
Sed grinned. "Yeah, I get it. But be happy to see her in private. Okay? We don't want her to get any death threats."
"I don't know how you guys deal with some of this stuff," Myrna said.
"What stuff?" Brian asked.
