Premature relief washed through him when Harlan finally heard Axel's very recognizable voice. But he had to see the guy. There really was no way of knowing how Axel was really faring otherwise. Harlan slammed his open palm against the door again. "I'm not leaving til you open this door and I see your face, man."

He hesitated a moment, thinking over his next words carefully. "Something seems off ..."

Harlan thought about the person who was supposedly there to take care of the band, their manager. What a horrible job that person was doing! He couldn't believe how out of hand things were getting.
Maybe it was time that he did something about it. Harlan didn't want to have to worry over Axel like he had when he'd turned his phone on and seen that text.

It would have been so easy to dismiss, and yet it had sent alarm bells ringing inside his head.

Meddling was the last thing he ever wanted to do, but just this once Harlan decided to make an exception. He would call that practical manager acquaintance of his and hope that the blonde would be accepted by the band.