He Knows How Lucky He Is...
That Doesn't Mean He's Happy
I get it - A lot of folks would kill to be in my shoes. I make my living playing guitar. That beach anthem you’ve had on repeat all summer – the one with the pickup trucks and drinking beer by the bonfire… I’m the guy playing that killer guitar riff on it.
The problem is, I hate my job.
I’d rather be playing classical music. I want my legacy to be more than the answer to some question in a game of music trivia. In a guitar-town like Nashville, though, gigs playing my kind of music are few and far between.
My brother-in-law lines up an audition for me with a classical musician looking for someone to play on tour, and I jump at the chance. When I meet the brooding star for the first time, though, I know I’ve signed on for a lot more than I bargained for. She may be young, but she’s endured pain enough for a lifetime, and more. Peeking through that broken armor of hers is more beauty than I thought was possible in one person.
I’ve never been the type of guy to settle down with one woman. She’s making me rethink that, and just about everything else I thought I knew.
She’s looking for forever. I just hope that’s a promise I can keep.
I had seen photos of Lauren online when I was researching her music, and she was pretty. On video, though, she was more than pretty. She had fair skin and pale blue eyes like mine, which were sexy as hell against her dark red hair and porcelain complexion. She was pretty quiet, letting Edward do most of the talking, but when he talked about my playing of Villa-Lobos, she flashed a little smile, and her eyes lit up briefly, garnering my full attention.
After chatting briefly, Lauren, who had barely spoken a handful of words to me throughout the interview, looked directly at the camera and said, “No drugs.”
She sounds kind of American. I thought she was British.
“I’m sorry?” I wasn’t sure whether it was a question or a statement.
“I don’t allow anyone in my band to do drugs while we’re on tour. No non-band members are allowed in at any time and I abhor lies. If I catch you lying to me, or if you break any of my rules, you’re out.” She narrowed her eyes a little. “Is that clear?”
“Well,” I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees as I looked right at the camera. “I don’t do drugs, ever. I do drink, but not while I’m workin’. I also don’t pick up women while I’m workin’. I take my music seriously. As for lyin’, well, I got no reason to. So yeah, we’re clear. Crystal.” I arched up an eyebrow and nodded once as I sat back and crossed my ankle over my knee.
I had read that she was a little quirky, but this girl was kind of a hard ass for a musician.
Lauren looked back at the camera, narrowing her eyes more as if trying to determine if I were telling the truth, then she turned to Edward.
“I want him. Make it happen,” she said, then she stood and abruptly left.
About the Author
We all need moments of escape. With all the demands on us day in and day out, we each need something just for ourselves. Perhaps nothing provides a private moment - a brief respite from every day - like escaping into a great story. When you pick up one of my books I hope you find that place that you can escape to. Explore the streets of Paris with new heroines or fly around the world to reclaim your lost love with a favorite hero. Whether it's the romance that takes your breath away or those climactic encounters that make your pulse race, I hope you find that solitary moment of enjoyment while lost in one of my stories.