All About The Tempo (BWWM, Celebrity, Billionaire, Pregnancy) by Tamara Adams Page A

uncomfortable.
                  Right now she was trying to ignore Dave Phelps who was making zero attempt to hide his gawking as she picked up her case and started out of class.
                  "Cerise- just a moment."
                  Professor Harvey called her back, then waited for the rest of the class to empty out. He smiled at her reassuringly and held out a piece of paper.
                  "I have an audition for you."
                  "What is it?"
                  "They are looking for young classical musicians to play in the new Justin Westlake video."
                  Her jaw dropped. Justin Westlake was A list. No, he was above even that. He was so famous that even she knew all of his songs.
                  Not that pop was her thing. But he used interesting melodies and advanced techniques in his music. And she grudgingly found her toes tapping along to his songs when they came on the radio.
                  "I didn't see it on the board."
                  He grinned at her.
                  "This one didn't make it to the board. Besides, I don't think anyone else could book it other than you."
                  She tilted her head to the side and took the paper. As soon as she saw it, she blushed. It was looking for HOT female musicians.
                  'HOT' was written in all caps.
                  Really. How ridiculous.
                  "I don't know Professor Harvey."
                  "Listen Cerise, I know you are struggling. This pays two thousand dollars for one days work."
                  Now her jaw dropped.
                  "I made you an appointment. It's in a half hour from now."
                  "Oh. I guess I better go then."
                  He smiled at her.
                  "You can do it Cerise. Don't be so shy."
                  She nodded and tucked the address into her jean skirt pocket.
                  "Thank you."
                  Then she headed for the subway.

2.
     
     
     
     
                  Justin was bored stiff. Normally he didn't attend the auditions but there wasn't a lot of time before the shoot. Besides he could catch up on his emails whenever someone boring walked into the room.
                  There was a lot of boring.
                  They were about done for the day but Jackson insisted on waiting for one last musician to show up. Said he'd gotten a strong recommendation from a teacher at Juliard. Still, Justin was about to ditch when the girl walked into the room.
                  Oh.
                  My.
                  God.
                  To say that she was beautiful was an understatement. To say that his heart was pounding in his chest was also an understatement.
                  It was pounding through his whole body.
                  Jackson looked up and waved his hand at the girl.
                  "Models are tomorrow."
                  Justin would do anything to keep this girl in the room with them.
                  "Hold up, if she's hear we might as well see her now."
                  Jackson gave him a glance. That's when he noticed her pulling a bag into the room.
                  "I'm a musician."
                  His eyebrows shot up. This girl did not look like a musician. She might be dressed like a preppy school girl but that body was undeniably hot. Scorching really.
                  Her face was classically beautiful. But with those huge eyes and pouty soft looking lips, she was beautiful on steroids. And her long wavy hair looked like silk.
                  Basically, she looked like a cartoon