like he wanted to disappear into it.
“Do you feel that way?” Sean asked him.
“Not necessarily.”
“Pussy,” Rory muttered.
Sean walked in front of Rory. “I don’t understand. The guy was directing the questions to me. What was I supposed to do?”
“You could have told him to ask us as well.” Rory’s voice was raised.
Sean felt the heat of anger spreading across his face. “If you wanted to answer something, you should have stepped in.”
Rory snorted again and shook his head. A second later, he stalked out of the suite.
“Meeting adjourned,” Logan muttered. He walked into the bathroom. Shut the door.
Sean turned and walked to the window. He stared out at the city lights below. Things had really gone to shit since Dustin’s death.
***
Jenna Danner shook her head and let out a breath as she heard the revved up motorcycle. The sound grew louder.
She gazed at the clock on the kitchen wall. 3:30 a.m.
The motorcycle cut out and, seconds later, the front door slammed open.
Jenna hurried into the living room. “Where in the world have you been?”
Tim ignored her and walked to the staircase.
Jenna grabbed his leather jacket and tried to turn him around. “Just because Mom’s not here doesn’t mean you can stay out all night.”
“Leave me alone, Jenna!”
Tim shook Jenna off and she lost her balance. She fell the two steps she’d already climbed, onto her side.
Tim stomped up the rest of the stairs.
Jenna slowly rose and stared at his retreating form.
What had happened to her little brother? He’d become a complete stranger.
***
“I’ve been a Silver Storm fan for years,” Lee said. “I was really sorry to hear about Dustin.”
Sean nodded. He reached out and slapped the other man’s hand. “Thanks. We really appreciate it.”
Sean pushed thoughts of Dustin aside and stood. It was time for the rest of the audition. “You ready to play with us?”
The other man ran a hand over his face. “Yeah. I just hope I don’t blow it.”
“You nervous?” Sean asked as they walked to the stage.
“Hell, yeah. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.”
Sean and the rest of the band saw Jake Collins later in the day.
Jake didn’t offer condolences. Didn’t even mention Dustin. He didn’t have a fraction of the manners Lee – or the others who’d auditioned – had.
“You know our songs?” Sean asked.
“All of ‘em.” Jake gave Sean a look that said duh .
Sean nodded. “Okay. Let’s try Just Now with everyone.”
That night, Sean and Silver Storm’s manager, Dave, sat listening to the recordings. It was down to Jake and Lee.
Dave nodded his head toward a speaker. “I think Jake’s better than Lee.”
Sean nodded. He had to admit the guy was good. Even if he was an arrogant son of a bitch.
Sean stood and scrubbed his hand over his face. If he were choosing based on who he thought was a better person and a better fit, he’d choose Lee. Hands down. But it all came down to the music and who sounded better. And, fact was, Jake sounded better.
“I’ll call him tomorrow,” Dave said.
***
“Thank you so much.” Jenna hung up the phone and sighed with relief.
Months of waiting for a call from the placement agency and she finally had an interview. Next week - with a rock group called Silver Storm. They were going on tour this summer and needed an assistant.
While a hard rock band was the last place she’d imagined employment, she was more than willing to consider it.
Jenna’s own job search hadn’t been too fruitful. She’d tried long and hard to find a good-paying job since she’d graduated from college last year. She’d been on a handful of interviews, but there was always someone with experience who won out. And Paso Robles, the city near her hometown, wasn’t exactly the big city L.A. was.
She’d been working at a retail shop for the past few months.
Jenna had planned to go to graduate school. To
“Do you feel that way?” Sean asked him.
“Not necessarily.”
“Pussy,” Rory muttered.
Sean walked in front of Rory. “I don’t understand. The guy was directing the questions to me. What was I supposed to do?”
“You could have told him to ask us as well.” Rory’s voice was raised.
Sean felt the heat of anger spreading across his face. “If you wanted to answer something, you should have stepped in.”
Rory snorted again and shook his head. A second later, he stalked out of the suite.
“Meeting adjourned,” Logan muttered. He walked into the bathroom. Shut the door.
Sean turned and walked to the window. He stared out at the city lights below. Things had really gone to shit since Dustin’s death.
***
Jenna Danner shook her head and let out a breath as she heard the revved up motorcycle. The sound grew louder.
She gazed at the clock on the kitchen wall. 3:30 a.m.
The motorcycle cut out and, seconds later, the front door slammed open.
Jenna hurried into the living room. “Where in the world have you been?”
Tim ignored her and walked to the staircase.
Jenna grabbed his leather jacket and tried to turn him around. “Just because Mom’s not here doesn’t mean you can stay out all night.”
“Leave me alone, Jenna!”
Tim shook Jenna off and she lost her balance. She fell the two steps she’d already climbed, onto her side.
Tim stomped up the rest of the stairs.
Jenna slowly rose and stared at his retreating form.
What had happened to her little brother? He’d become a complete stranger.
***
“I’ve been a Silver Storm fan for years,” Lee said. “I was really sorry to hear about Dustin.”
Sean nodded. He reached out and slapped the other man’s hand. “Thanks. We really appreciate it.”
Sean pushed thoughts of Dustin aside and stood. It was time for the rest of the audition. “You ready to play with us?”
The other man ran a hand over his face. “Yeah. I just hope I don’t blow it.”
“You nervous?” Sean asked as they walked to the stage.
“Hell, yeah. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.”
Sean and the rest of the band saw Jake Collins later in the day.
Jake didn’t offer condolences. Didn’t even mention Dustin. He didn’t have a fraction of the manners Lee – or the others who’d auditioned – had.
“You know our songs?” Sean asked.
“All of ‘em.” Jake gave Sean a look that said duh .
Sean nodded. “Okay. Let’s try Just Now with everyone.”
That night, Sean and Silver Storm’s manager, Dave, sat listening to the recordings. It was down to Jake and Lee.
Dave nodded his head toward a speaker. “I think Jake’s better than Lee.”
Sean nodded. He had to admit the guy was good. Even if he was an arrogant son of a bitch.
Sean stood and scrubbed his hand over his face. If he were choosing based on who he thought was a better person and a better fit, he’d choose Lee. Hands down. But it all came down to the music and who sounded better. And, fact was, Jake sounded better.
“I’ll call him tomorrow,” Dave said.
***
“Thank you so much.” Jenna hung up the phone and sighed with relief.
Months of waiting for a call from the placement agency and she finally had an interview. Next week - with a rock group called Silver Storm. They were going on tour this summer and needed an assistant.
While a hard rock band was the last place she’d imagined employment, she was more than willing to consider it.
Jenna’s own job search hadn’t been too fruitful. She’d tried long and hard to find a good-paying job since she’d graduated from college last year. She’d been on a handful of interviews, but there was always someone with experience who won out. And Paso Robles, the city near her hometown, wasn’t exactly the big city L.A. was.
She’d been working at a retail shop for the past few months.
Jenna had planned to go to graduate school. To
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