Source One by Allyson Simonian Page A

continue studying psychology and become a counselor. But those plans were on hold until her mother was recovered.
    Yes, she’d have to travel for a few months with the band if she got the job.  But her mother was well enough to cope now.  Especially if Tim would help with things like shopping.
    Always iffy with Tim, but hopefully he’d step up.  And Sam was fourteen now.  He could help too.
    Jenna could arrange a car service for her mother’s doctor’s visits.  And they could order groceries online.  More importantly, she’d be back by the end of the summer, having made enough money to keep her family afloat for a while.
    Jenna’s friend Dara popped into Jenna’s head as she sat down in front of her laptop.  Before she researched the band, she’d call Dara.  Jenna liked music, but it was her college friend who knew every band in existence.
    “How much do you know about them?” Dara asked once Jenna told her about the interview.
    “Not too much.  Just their name, really.”
    Dara sighed dramatically on the other end of the phone.  “It’s okay.  I’m going to help you.  Ready for a crash course in hard rock?”
    “Yes.” Jenna definitely was.
    Ten minutes later, Jenna thanked Dara.
    “You can pay me back by getting me in backstage when they’re in L.A.”
    “I need to get the job first.”
    Dara giggled. “You’d better.  I think a really hot rock star is exactly what I’ve been missing in my life.”
    After Jenna got off the phone, she clicked on the first song listed on Silver Storm’s iTunes page.  The band’s music video started to play.  An image of a band member working the strings of an electric guitar came onto the screen.
    Jenna raised her brow.  She’d heard this song before. It had been the theme song for a movie she’d recently seen.
    The lead singer’s handsome face came into focus on the screen.  Jenna had never seen cheekbones so chiseled.
    Jenna clicked through all the songs.  Their music was good.  The lead didn’t scream out the lyrics.  He actually sang.  In a voice that was deep and throaty.  And sexy.  Like the rest of him.
    **
    “I hope the next one’s pretty,” Jake called as Dave left to get the last person they’d be interviewing.
    Rory snickered.
    Sean ignored them and walked to the window.  Silver Storm’s tour was starting in less than a month.  Their assistant, Amanda, was on maternity leave.  It was unlikely she’d tour with them again. They’d already seen five people the agency had prescreened to take her place.
    Sean looked down at the people walking along the L.A. street and rolled his neck. There was still a ton they needed to do to get ready before the tour started. 
    His phone rang in his pocket.  He fished it out and looked at the screen.
    **
    Jenna could feel the testosterone pulsing through the room as she followed Dave, the band’s manager, into the room.  She took in the four band members and wet her dry lips.  This looked like a bad boys’ club.  Not a woman in sight.
    Yet Jenna suspected it was entirely different after their concerts.  No doubt women hung all over them then.
    Dave gestured to a seat.  “Sit down. We’ll wait until Sean’s off the phone.”
    Jenna looked at the band’s lead after she sat down.  He was the stunner with brown hair, green eyes and prominent cheekbones. He was dressed casually, but was fairly clean cut. Unlike the others, it looked like Sean and Dave had found a razor sometime in the past days.  His long, jean-clad legs were stretched out in front of him as he spoke.
    Jenna surveyed the room again. Two of the other men also had their phones out.  The last man was grinning at her.  Jenna gave him a quick smile before she looked away.
    A moment later, Sean stood. “Sorry.  It was a family member,” he said to Dave.
    He gazed at Jenna for a moment before he walked over and extended his hand.
    Jenna stood and stared up into his eyes.  Eyes so deep you could drown in them.
    She