CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) by Julia Gardener Page B
Authors: Julia Gardener
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frenzied fan girls for that matter.
The strangest thing was that everyone here had only had a glimpse of the man known as Heath Lawrence. These people didn’t know about his tumultuous childhood. Or the pain his best friend’s death caused him. They only saw a manufactured image of him by Sterling Records.
Hell, even I barely knew anything about the man. Each day was a new revelation. I always had to reinterpret the man after each conversation I had with him.
Who was Heath Lawrence?
Did I really know what kind of man my student was?
I had merely scratched the surface.
Another day, another victory.
The applause of the crowd was a drug I was in constant withdrawal from. I’d even say I liked it better than a good fuck. It even had the same elements. I started with some foreplay to loosen up the audience. Then, I moved in when they were all hot and sweaty. I took them from the crest of one climax to the next. Finally, I finished them off with an encore performance.
Thankfully, there were other people there to handle the cleanup.
I may have been bound by a contract but I was in charge here.
Pleasing an audience was a lot like pleasing a woman. You have to keep them happy and they would keep you happy in return. Nobody would pay money to come back time after time to a shit show.
I had seen quite a few beauties in the crowd. Some of them held up marriage proposals. Too bad I wasn’t exactly the type to go steady. I was much less promiscuous in my professional relationships than I was with my personal ones.
Not that I was in the mood for any groupie willing to spread their legs.
Strangely enough, I had thought of Charlotte throughout the performance. My teacher had been on my mind since our last conversation. From time to time, I even glanced at the VIP booth where she sat at.
She was probably backstage with the other special guests. I wondered what she thought of my music. I hadn’t been so self-conscious of my performance in years. I usually had a simple policy. If you didn’t like my music, I’d give you back your money and tell you to fuck off.
I walked with the others to the backstage. From there, we would go to a small media event with the press. There would be as much free liquor as there would inane questions from reporters. “You did well, Ryan. You really pulled through for us.”
The drummer smiled knowing that he had been a last minute replacement. “Thanks, I’m just happy I could play, Heath.”
Tyler elbowed him in the ribs. “That’s high praise coming from Heath.”
Dave laughed. “Enjoy it while it lasts!”
I rolled my eyes. “I can’t wait to get away from the two of you. In fact, I can’t wait for this press party to be over.”
“Got a honey waiting for you backstage?” Tyler smirked. “Just save some for the rest of us.”
I could get a damn harem waiting at my beck and call. However, I wasn’t in the mood for a screaming fangirl. I wanted someone quiet and smart. It had to be someone I could have a decent conversation with.
Someone like Charlotte.
Tyler shot me a concerned look. “Hey, Heath? Where are you off to?”
Dave chimed in as well. “Isn’t too early to meet with the VIPs?”
I waved off their concerns. “I have some… homework to take care of.”
The two guitarist shared a dumbfounded look.
“Well, more women for the rest of us,” Ryan joked. It earned him a playful slap on the shoulder by Tyler. “We’ll meet you at the press party.”
I wasn’t in the mood to make small talk with lusty fangirls. Honestly, the whole playboy act was getting a bit stale. You could only have so many one-night stands before it wore out its luster.
Unfortunately, they had other plans.
“On my God!” a girl said as a gaggle of
The strangest thing was that everyone here had only had a glimpse of the man known as Heath Lawrence. These people didn’t know about his tumultuous childhood. Or the pain his best friend’s death caused him. They only saw a manufactured image of him by Sterling Records.
Hell, even I barely knew anything about the man. Each day was a new revelation. I always had to reinterpret the man after each conversation I had with him.
Who was Heath Lawrence?
Did I really know what kind of man my student was?
I had merely scratched the surface.
Another day, another victory.
The applause of the crowd was a drug I was in constant withdrawal from. I’d even say I liked it better than a good fuck. It even had the same elements. I started with some foreplay to loosen up the audience. Then, I moved in when they were all hot and sweaty. I took them from the crest of one climax to the next. Finally, I finished them off with an encore performance.
Thankfully, there were other people there to handle the cleanup.
I may have been bound by a contract but I was in charge here.
Pleasing an audience was a lot like pleasing a woman. You have to keep them happy and they would keep you happy in return. Nobody would pay money to come back time after time to a shit show.
I had seen quite a few beauties in the crowd. Some of them held up marriage proposals. Too bad I wasn’t exactly the type to go steady. I was much less promiscuous in my professional relationships than I was with my personal ones.
Not that I was in the mood for any groupie willing to spread their legs.
Strangely enough, I had thought of Charlotte throughout the performance. My teacher had been on my mind since our last conversation. From time to time, I even glanced at the VIP booth where she sat at.
She was probably backstage with the other special guests. I wondered what she thought of my music. I hadn’t been so self-conscious of my performance in years. I usually had a simple policy. If you didn’t like my music, I’d give you back your money and tell you to fuck off.
I walked with the others to the backstage. From there, we would go to a small media event with the press. There would be as much free liquor as there would inane questions from reporters. “You did well, Ryan. You really pulled through for us.”
The drummer smiled knowing that he had been a last minute replacement. “Thanks, I’m just happy I could play, Heath.”
Tyler elbowed him in the ribs. “That’s high praise coming from Heath.”
Dave laughed. “Enjoy it while it lasts!”
I rolled my eyes. “I can’t wait to get away from the two of you. In fact, I can’t wait for this press party to be over.”
“Got a honey waiting for you backstage?” Tyler smirked. “Just save some for the rest of us.”
I could get a damn harem waiting at my beck and call. However, I wasn’t in the mood for a screaming fangirl. I wanted someone quiet and smart. It had to be someone I could have a decent conversation with.
Someone like Charlotte.
Tyler shot me a concerned look. “Hey, Heath? Where are you off to?”
Dave chimed in as well. “Isn’t too early to meet with the VIPs?”
I waved off their concerns. “I have some… homework to take care of.”
The two guitarist shared a dumbfounded look.
“Well, more women for the rest of us,” Ryan joked. It earned him a playful slap on the shoulder by Tyler. “We’ll meet you at the press party.”
I wasn’t in the mood to make small talk with lusty fangirls. Honestly, the whole playboy act was getting a bit stale. You could only have so many one-night stands before it wore out its luster.
Unfortunately, they had other plans.
“On my God!” a girl said as a gaggle of
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