My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) by Alycia Taylor

MY
ROCK
    THE
ROCK STAR ROMANCE SERIES

 
    By
Alycia Taylor
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    CHAPTER
ONE
    ELLY
    I had been telling myself all day that I was a
professional, twenty-two year old woman and silly, old crushes should be just
that…..but my infatuation with Tristan had gone a little bit deeper than just a
silly crush. Granted, I was only twelve when I first
discovered his boy band, called Uptown Boyz , but from the ages of twelve to fifteen, Tristan,
the leader and oldest member of the band, was my everything. I went to sleep
every night and woke up every morning to his beautiful face. I had borrowed our
neighbor’s ladder one day when I was home alone and I’d tacked my poster of him
to the ceiling above my bed.   It was the
best birthday present I ever got—my best friend, Lucy, knew me well. It was
there for two years and I don’t think either of my parents ever even noticed
it.
    I carried my lunch in an Uptown Boyz lunchbox. I had to hide it in
my backpack all through middle and high school because I got a lot of flak
about it, but I still carried it to show my dedication. I spent every dime I
was able to save from my allowance and babysitting gigs on their new CD’s, and
every little girl fantasy I had about growing up and getting married casted
Tristan in the starring role as the groom.
    I can’t even describe how devastated I was when I
heard they broke up. I can still recall exactly where I was and what I was
doing. I was at the mall with Lucy, just hanging out at the food court, when I
heard some girl say that Uptown Boyz was no more.
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I’d asked her. My
heart was pounding and my head felt light.
    “ Uptown Boyz broke up.” She delivered the news with a shrug of
her shoulders. As though this was no big deal.
    “Are you sure?” I asked, convinced this had to be a
mistake or some stupid hoax.   They are
always saying celebrities have died when they are alive and well—I held out
hope that this was the same kind of thing.
    She rolled her eyes and took on a condescending
tone. “Yeah, I’m positive. I just heard it on the radio before I came in here.
The DJ said that Tristan Rogers was going into rehab for, like, the third time,
or something ridiculous like that. The rest of the band just got tired of him
always screwing up.”
    It was like a slap in the face. “But without him, they
wouldn’t have been anything. They’re glorified back-up singers,” I told her.
Lucy was pulling on my arm, trying to get me to get serious about shopping. I
spent the rest of the shopping trip in a haze, unable to focus on anything
besides the breakup. Then I went home and fixated on it the rest of evening. In
truth, it took me months to quietly recover, but I finally did, and I moved
on…or at least I had thought.
    Until that night. There I was, seven years later, sitting in a back corner of a seedy bar called Huggys that I’d otherwise never had gone inside of. Why was
I there? Because I’d read in a tiny, obscure ad in the L. A. Times that Tristan
Rogers was playing this bar with his new band. I had tried to resist. I tried
telling myself that I was much too old and mature to dwell on old boy-band
crushes. I obviously hadn’t listened, because there I sat. I had come alone for
fear of tarnishing the view people had of me. My friends were mostly young professionals in the music and television business
and I couldn’t think of one of them who would have approved of this place or
the people I was now surrounded by—not even if I tried to play it off as some
adventure into irony.
    I sat with my back to the wall on a high stool,
sipping my Jack and Coke, hoping that Tristan would come