“that first night you auditioned for us, was that an original piece you played?”
“Yeah,” I respond.
“You like to write songs?”
“I love it, but I don’t do it as often as I like,” I answer truthfully.
“Okay, well, let’s plan on doing it tomorrow night.”
Shocked, I furrow my brow. “Do what?”
“Write songs.”Beckett says in his normal bored tone, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “None of the other guys in the band write, and we need some new material, so I figured you and I could come up with some new stuff. We can meet at my apartment. I’ll give you the address later.”
I wonder if Beckett will ever cease to amaze me. He’s the only guy I’ve ever met that I can’t get a read on at all. Maybe after I’ve spent some more time with him he’ll become less of a mystery. I smile to myself, thinking about how much I’m looking forward to spending some alone time with him tomorrow night.
8
Beckett
I can’t believe she actually wore the skirt. I was kind of just teasing her when I asked her to wear it. Now I’m not sure that was a good idea. The eyes of every guy in the place are glued to Star’s legs, including mine. And that’s not a good thing. I need to keep my distance from Star, not lust after her. For some reason this girl makes me act differently, and I’m not sure I like it. I mean, why did I invite her over to write with me? I hate writing with other people. I’m not exactly the collaborative type. But when she sat in my car smelling like honeysuckle and looking all sexy, I couldn’t help it. The thought of getting her alone got me so excited.
It would have just been easier to hit on her after the show and take her back to my place. But that’s not how I want things to go between Star and me. No, she’s a part of our band , and I have to respect her. I can’t treat her like just another hookup.
“Ready?” Ryker interrupts my thoughts.
I nod, forcing myself out of my reverie. “Yeah.”
“You okay, man? You seem out of it.” Ryker furrows his brows.
“I’m fine.” I shrug, hoping he’ll just let it go. Only Ryker knows me too well. “It’s just that Tate’s back.” I’m hoping this response will appease him and he won’t find out that I can’t stop thinking about the girl he brought into our band.
“Oh.” Ryker nods, a look of understanding on his face. “Is he…you know?”
“Clean?” I finish. “Yeah, I think so. It just changes the dynamics for me at home, you know?”
“Give it up for Beckett,” A male voice booms through the microphone.
“That’s our cue.” Pierce slaps me on the back as he brushes past.
Ryker gives me a concerned look. “You gonna be okay?”
“Hey, you know me. I’m always fine.” I smile at him as Jimmy passes us and makes his way up the steps. Ryker turns from me to follow him. I’m just about to climb the stairs myself when Star appears next to me. She’s breathing funny and her hands are shaking.
I lean close to her, and lightly tap her arm. “You okay?”
She nods, her face reddening.
“Hey . You’re gonna be fine,” I assure her.
“Okay.” She forces a smile and takes a tentative step forward. Without meaning to, my gaze lands on her butt as she makes her way up to the stage. Man, I really need to stop checking her out. I shake my head and walk swiftly over to my guitar. After strapping it on, I step toward the microphone. The drums kick up behind me, and I reach down to strum my guitar. As the song plays, I glance over at Star. She still looks terrified, but I can tell she’s working hard to mask it. I feel kind of bad for the girl. Clearly this is all new to her. While I sing out the first verse, I keep my eyes trained on her. Finally she peers up at me, our eyes locking. I give her an encouraging smile and nod as we near the chorus. She grins and presses her mouth to the microphone. As soon as her voice rings out I know she’ll be fine.
After a
“Yeah,” I respond.
“You like to write songs?”
“I love it, but I don’t do it as often as I like,” I answer truthfully.
“Okay, well, let’s plan on doing it tomorrow night.”
Shocked, I furrow my brow. “Do what?”
“Write songs.”Beckett says in his normal bored tone, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “None of the other guys in the band write, and we need some new material, so I figured you and I could come up with some new stuff. We can meet at my apartment. I’ll give you the address later.”
I wonder if Beckett will ever cease to amaze me. He’s the only guy I’ve ever met that I can’t get a read on at all. Maybe after I’ve spent some more time with him he’ll become less of a mystery. I smile to myself, thinking about how much I’m looking forward to spending some alone time with him tomorrow night.
8
Beckett
I can’t believe she actually wore the skirt. I was kind of just teasing her when I asked her to wear it. Now I’m not sure that was a good idea. The eyes of every guy in the place are glued to Star’s legs, including mine. And that’s not a good thing. I need to keep my distance from Star, not lust after her. For some reason this girl makes me act differently, and I’m not sure I like it. I mean, why did I invite her over to write with me? I hate writing with other people. I’m not exactly the collaborative type. But when she sat in my car smelling like honeysuckle and looking all sexy, I couldn’t help it. The thought of getting her alone got me so excited.
It would have just been easier to hit on her after the show and take her back to my place. But that’s not how I want things to go between Star and me. No, she’s a part of our band , and I have to respect her. I can’t treat her like just another hookup.
“Ready?” Ryker interrupts my thoughts.
I nod, forcing myself out of my reverie. “Yeah.”
“You okay, man? You seem out of it.” Ryker furrows his brows.
“I’m fine.” I shrug, hoping he’ll just let it go. Only Ryker knows me too well. “It’s just that Tate’s back.” I’m hoping this response will appease him and he won’t find out that I can’t stop thinking about the girl he brought into our band.
“Oh.” Ryker nods, a look of understanding on his face. “Is he…you know?”
“Clean?” I finish. “Yeah, I think so. It just changes the dynamics for me at home, you know?”
“Give it up for Beckett,” A male voice booms through the microphone.
“That’s our cue.” Pierce slaps me on the back as he brushes past.
Ryker gives me a concerned look. “You gonna be okay?”
“Hey, you know me. I’m always fine.” I smile at him as Jimmy passes us and makes his way up the steps. Ryker turns from me to follow him. I’m just about to climb the stairs myself when Star appears next to me. She’s breathing funny and her hands are shaking.
I lean close to her, and lightly tap her arm. “You okay?”
She nods, her face reddening.
“Hey . You’re gonna be fine,” I assure her.
“Okay.” She forces a smile and takes a tentative step forward. Without meaning to, my gaze lands on her butt as she makes her way up to the stage. Man, I really need to stop checking her out. I shake my head and walk swiftly over to my guitar. After strapping it on, I step toward the microphone. The drums kick up behind me, and I reach down to strum my guitar. As the song plays, I glance over at Star. She still looks terrified, but I can tell she’s working hard to mask it. I feel kind of bad for the girl. Clearly this is all new to her. While I sing out the first verse, I keep my eyes trained on her. Finally she peers up at me, our eyes locking. I give her an encouraging smile and nod as we near the chorus. She grins and presses her mouth to the microphone. As soon as her voice rings out I know she’ll be fine.
After a
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