Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 167 Testing Me

*Trisha*

With one final bow, one more wave to the crowd, Nate turns and walks off the stage with the band. I've never felt so happy in my entire life. The second he is down the stairs I throw my arms around him.

"You killed it, playboy!" I exclaim, pulling his head down to my shoulder, hiding his face so know one can see his watery eyes. They are happy tears but I know Nate, he doesn't want anyone to see him emotional. It's overwhelming. It's beautiful. It's Nate. 

"That was incredible. Every single minute." I whisper in his. "It's like you never left. Never stopped performing, ya know? What a comeback."

Everyone is in party mode now, ready to celebrate. The rec room is transformed in the matter of seconds. Once just a space with mismatched couches and dim lighting, now a pulsing rave of a scene. Everywhere we turn there's temptation. If I don't reel it in right away, Nate will slip.

"Hey!" I yell over the music, snatch a full bottle of Vodka from Bruce, the soundcheck guy and glare at him. "No hard alcohol near Nate Hollan! He's a recovering addict you stupid fuck!" I  push the bottle back into the man's chest. "Go somewhere else with that shit."

Evan suppresses a smirk as he listens to me. Without caring I'm in a mini skirt and high heels, I climb up on to a chair and whistle as loud as I can to get everyone's attention. Leslie kills the music and all eyes are on me.

"No hard alcohol near Nate or you're all fired! You hear me? Beer and wine only, that doesn't affect him, but if you come near Nate with whiskey or any other of the hard shit I'm cutting your testicles off. So Go outside!"

Everyone nods without even the slightest groan and a few clusters of people go outside with their drinks. Evan takes my hand and helps me off the chair. 

"I think your team forgot you are in recovery." I say to Nate who rolls his eyes and heads to the catering table.

 "That's ok. I'm going to mingle for a few minutes then take my food to the dressing room and shower. They know no booze in my dressing room, though, right?"

"I already cleared out the room." 

Leslie makes her way behind Nate and pats his shoulder.

"You did well out there, Mr. Hollan. I know the timing isn't the greatest but you put on quite the show."

"Thanks." Nate answers. I furrow my brows when I hear how raspy his voice is. He gave his fans all of him back there. Maybe too much. 

Noah approaches Nate, shakes his hand and congratulates him on a job well done. I'm glad Nate gave Noah a free ticket to tonight's show, for more than one reason. We walk away together, leaving Nate to eat and hang out with Jonah and Casey. 

I take Noah's hand and guide him to a quieter corner of the room that isn't surrounded by so many people. He looks nervous again.

"Are you ok?" I gaze up at the tall man and rest my hand on his solid chest.

"Yeah, um... I'm just." His eyes dart around the room a little. "I'm in recovery. I'm not sure if I mentioned that."

Shit. I DO remember him saying that when we all first met him. I notice his eyes dart around from the beer to the weed to Leslie fucking snorting a line with whoever the hell that person is in the far corner.